The water was a little muddy from the rains but there were still animals to see. Minnows and small fish darted away from him as he circled the swollen pond. The small bumps of turtle’s heads poked through the water. A fist-sized toad splashed into the reeds and frog-legged away from him. Jared’s eyes strained, but he didn’t see any gators.
Cormorants stood, absurd statues, wings spread, their black feathers glossy in the sun. Jared moved on around the lake. He heard the thick rustle of something in the cattails ahead of him.
Gator? Maybe, it sounded pretty big. He crept closer. That rustle again. Jared’s heart beat faster.
Jared pulled apart the reeds carefully, listening, intent. On the ground in front of him lay a water moccasin, thick as a motorcycle tire. Its white-mouthed hiss was ugly and chilling. It arced toward him, aggressive and angry.
Whoa, I’m outta here.