Two minutes in 2015
By: Lars Krantz
Translation: Ellen Kay
An alligator has a stronger bite than a Crocodile, swims faster and is able to smell blood under water from one mile away.
The familiar silence surrounded my ears as I dove into the surprisingly warm water. Alone with my pulse I drifted towards the bottom. The landscape underneath me was different from anything else. A deep forest of floating seaweed with pathways created by its
inhabitants.
- Where’s that big-mouthed-fishie now, I thought.
Looked around. Aha, the water quickly gets muddy. The islands of seaweed got “dusty”
and impaired my vision or was it something else that stirred up this blur? It had started off as an ordinary day with a pale, kind of fat reflection of me in my tighty-whities in front of the bathroom mirror. Now I was down here, with enough air in my lounges to last me 40 seconds and I wasn’t finding what I was looking for either. Three
people had spotted this fang-trout in the same place in the canal behind the house in Florida. He seemed to live there if they do “live” like ordinary people. They got so much weird stuff going on, alligators. The males eat their kids and their table manners are terribly bad. A pray of larger size they just stick under a root at the bottom of the water to rotten before dinner. Heavens, their long noses be oozing considering they can pick up the scent of blood from one mile away.