The Blancos and the Mystery of the Unseen Alligator

It was almost immediately apparent to me when we arrived here in southeastern Texas last fall that we live in a swamp. Now, it’s not the Everglades by any means, but it is a swamp! Keep in mind, I am a desert rat who spent most of her life on the Mexican border of southeastern Arizona, amidst mesquite bushes and cacti! This is a major change for me, one that I am enjoying immensely. Mi ninos and I were walking in our neighborhood park yesterday, just as the sun was hovering over the western horizon, sending gorgeous pink and orange rays across the sky, when I stopped short.


In front of me, in the grass on the edge of the pond stood a very clear sign. “Beware of Alligators!” Alligators? Right here? In the middle of a suburbian housing development? The kids were excitedly pointing, then peering into the water, hoping to catch a glimpse of an alligator nose. OK, I’m used to lizards the size of my thumb, even rattlesnakes and scorpions don’t scare me. What would I do, though, with an alligator?!

We continued on, and as Jovanni and I pushed Sophie in her stroller into the gazebo on the water’s edge, he yelled “There’s something in the water!” I followed him to his perch, and I saw it too! The water swirled a little, then a nose came poking up into the air! A turtle nose! So maybe we missed the alligator this time, but if you know my kids, you know they’ll be the ones to spot him. Maybe he’ll be sunning himself tomorrow on the big hill behind the waterfall!