These stories remind me of:
I grew up in Gainesville Florida and both of my folks worked at the
University of Florida Medical Center. My Dad used to tell the story of being in the hospital early one morning when a Frat Boy was brought in an ambulance with his arm stuck in the mouth of an alligator up to his shoulder.
Turns out he was driving back to Greek Row after a late night party and a couple of blocks before getting home this large gator was laying in the middle of the road and it was big enough that he could not drive around. He did not want to honk as it was late at night. So he go out to move the gator and it got a hold of him arm and clamped down.
An hour or so later a sheriff found him and the gator and could not figure out how to separate them. He thought about shooting the gator but was afraid that it would convulse and ripe the kids arm off. The gator appeared calm so he called for an ambulance and they loaded them locked together into the back and off to the ER.
When my dad got there in the morning the doctors at the ER were telling the ambulance guys that they could not bring a gator into the hospital even if he was connected to a college kid. They ended up pumping the gator full of tranquilizers then prying it's jaw open.
My understanding is that the kid was OK, just some bruises, and the gator was taken back to Lake Alice, directly across from Greek Row, which is now fenced.
