I don't know how to put this...
The runaway alligator that perplexed Los Angeles Animal Control officers (and captured my heart in the process) has been captured. On 5/24/07, Reggie the Alligator-- who terrorized the Los Angeles countryside for the better part of two years-- was caught.
Perhaps it was just the free- spirited anarchist within me, I dunno, but I kinda liked the thought of some alligator wandering the waterways of L.A., outwitting the lawmen trying to catch him and living the high life... sort of like "The Dukes of Hazzard."
Yeah, I know, he might have hurt someone or gotten hurt himself, but it was funny to think about having our own urban legend... like the way Washington State has Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster.
Obviously, I'm no animal expert, but I still have a hard time believing that this alligator evaded authorities for nearly two years. Don't we have enough technology in this day and age to catch one simple alligator?
On top of that, if he was able to elude capture for all this time, what changed to lead to him being caught? Did Reggie let his guard down? Start getting careless?
Did the FBI trace his handwriting and catch him in his shack in Montana?
Did some pigeon turn... um... stool pigeon... and rat out Reggie's hiding place?
All I know is that there will be tears (and not of the crocodile variety) shed in the Tucker household tonight.