Today, though, was kind of bad. I woke up, kind of hazy, and realized before opening my eyes that my arms were tired and hurting. When I opened my eyes, I figured out why. One of them had tried to eat me some time during the night, and, in my sleep, I'd wrestled it down. My armed were tired from holding its jaws shut.
Of course, an alligator usually kills by drowning, and there's no body of water in my room, so I wasn't in any real danger. Well, only of maiming, anyway.
Maybe I should move, but seven alligators really keeps the rent down.