
In a Floridian home, a familiar visitor, an alligator lingers at the stairs. But this is no cause for alarm.A housewife, unfazed and composed, ushers the reptile away with practiced ease. There is no fear in her eyes—only the quiet assurance of someone well-versed in the peculiar rhythms of life in Florida.The alligator, docile and obedient, glides down step by step, its scales catching the warm glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the windows. It neither resists nor threatens; it simply follows, an uninvited but not unfamiliar guest retreating to the wild.For the housewife, this is just another moment in the everyday tapestry of Floridian life—where the boundary between civilization and wilderness is thin, and encounters with nature are as ordinary as the rustling of palm fronds in the breeze.