I was asked to pick up a package yesterday in Fort Lauderdale and when I arrived I was asked "Are you here for the box?"
"I guess I am"
I've had issues with boxes in the past.
See - What's in the Box? 
Knowing what was inside - I carried it around all day and everywhere I went people asked what was in the box. I don't ask what's in their purses. I don't ask what's on their laptop. I don't ask them what's in their trunk or their medicine bag - but for some reason everyone thinks they have a right to know what's in my box.
I could have anything in the box and if I tell people what's in the box that usually placates their curiosity. They don't actually need to see in the box.
Obviously it was an alligator. I mean everyone with a head-sized box either has a baby alligator in it or a head. I don't have a permit for a head but I do have a permit for a gator.
Since I had to stay in Fort Lauderdale I needed a place to keep the poor thing until we can get her to our facility where she'll be united with Chomp-Chomp.
She's not a pet but for identification purposes she has a name - Mean Louise. She's feisty, shows her teeth and hisses but is gentle - for now. She may look cute but some day she'll be able to do some damage. And what's in the box? How about what's in the tub.
