This lovely fellow was lying by a path in a more or less suburban park near Orlando. People, dogs, kids wandering past apparently unconcerned by his presence.

The lovely fellow's African cousin, the crocodile, is not to be taken so lightly. Though I remember at least one funny story from my younger days when a friend of ours managed to sit on one, thinking it was a log. Crocodiles kill people regularly. This was brought home, almost literally, a while ago when a neighbor of ours (a doctor) went to work in Botswana for a while. He went canoeing on the Limpopo and never came back. He was snatched out of the boat by a crocodile.