If that isn’t just the end, bitten by a gator!  And I survived to tell about it!  Wait, I’ve got to tell you the whole story right from the beginning.  Got a few minutes?  I took my nephews to Safari Land over in West Palm Beach.  Wouldn’t you know it, as soon as we got there they shout, right in my ears, “Gators! Gators!  We want to see the alligators!”  Oh, Lordy.  I said to them, I’ll tell you what, why don’t we stop over here at this nice little thatch-roofed snack bar, and get some hot dogs, and THEN we’ll go see the alligators and the crocodiles and all the swamp mammals, okay?  How I got them over so we could eat I’ll never know.  It must have taken 15 minutes just to calm them down, and soon they were sitting quietly, munching on their franks and chomping down on fries.  Then so the whole state of Florida could hear it comes the announcement over the loudspeaker: “The next Jungle Adventure begins in ten minutes!  Get your tickets NOW!!!”  The boys started to get excited again.  Come on, Aunt Sylvia, we’ve gotta hurry!  OK, OK, I said.  We headed over there and, after waiting in this endless line, managed to get seats on the 1:30 boat.  Well, to make a long story short, Nathan, the older nephew, tried to reach out and touch one of the alligators.  I guess it must have taken an exception to this, because he suddenly jumped out of the river and took a nice bite out of my arm!  You can imagine what our next stop was—the first aid station.  It still hurts like hell.  Anyone know a good personal injury attorney in Florida?