Alligator on the loose
There are apparently some scientific and accurate methods for distinguishing between an alligator and a crocodile, something about the shape of the snout and whether there are teeth visible, blah blah blah
I find it much easier to distinguish by time:
Alligators you’ll see later
Crocodiles you’ll see after a while
All this is to say that Cardiff has transformed into an alligator (I’m arbitrarily choosing that one of the two). She’s comfortable enough now that she’s confident in rooms she was timid to be in before. She is chasing my feet with no understanding or regard for the consequences; frequently getting punted or almost squashed by her ill-timed pounces. She is sampling everything with her mouth now, be it animate or inanimate. And zoomies. Oh, the zoomies.
A couple times a day, she runs about madly, stopping briefly to chew on anything in her path. That might be furniture, a toy, my foot, a rock, whatever. And she doesn’t calm down quickly. Any efforts to pull her off something result in faster attacks at my hand. I know she’s doing the best she can, but it’s tough to remember in the moment when several needle-teeth are sunk in my baby toe.
The vicious predator racing from concealment
Just a very short clip of the much longer quack session. Thanks again for the toy, mom!