If its spring in Florida, then two things are inevitable.
People get eaten by wild animals. Brushfire season begins.
And sometimes one leads to another as toothsome beasties are displaced and haven't gotten the memo that homo sapien isn't on the menu in these parts. Its my turn to walk the fire line (miles away of course) to determine if any raucous reptiles have slithered into human habitat.
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