I can confirm this dude’s statement about caimans. I used to hang out in their neck of the woods a looong time ago when I was a teenager. A few minutes away from Key Biscayne is a little tract of federal land where an old squatter named Jimbo built himself a little shanty town in a cove. He’d sell smoked fish and if you left cash on a counter, you could grab canned beer from a nearby cooler. My friend and I would see all kinds of wildlife in the nearby trails and water, usually gators, deer, and manatees. A few times we did see caimans, and they were always the most hostile fuckers. We called them Meth Gators.
This could be some real monkeys paw material, though. In your carefree lack of concern, a bus actually hits you tomorrow and puts you into a coma until your predicted date.
My friend, you are the one who is mistaken. I have personally seen crocodiles in the Everglades. I’m from Florida and certainly know the differences between our reptilian neighbors.