I just remembered something from my childhood.
Dad was in the USAF. We were at a base in Sumter, S. C. When I was in grade school. One morning, Mom opened the front door to take me to school. I was in first grade. She did not get far. Sitting on the front porch was an eight foot alligator, in the mood to find a girlfriend. I can still remember the screams my mother made. I can also remember the roar from the horny gator joining in with his reaction. It was gator mating season. The local sheriff's office had a a real party in my front yard removing it.