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I'm forced to roll across the yard in the dark. The live oak throws up its roots. Oh, I know it does, but in the day I can dodge them. and the hose, coiled in the yard like an adder. I know it lies in wait for me, but where, where. The wilderness between street lights, a lawless area in which anything, anything except the Florida panther, which is probably extinct, could be waiting. Alligators reach more than 15 feet in length, and I think I hear something ticking. the open maw a century of teeth bear-trap poised