Crocodile King
* Update: Got that picture link fixed up. Sorry about that.
This was to be a great day. A short ride out of town to see the “Crocodile King” establishment. I heard from some students that had been there over the weekend and asked them where it was so I could check it out. I had images of a crocodile breeding facility, where you would go there and watch them in a river bed from a bridge, throw food at them and watch them go to town. Of course, that was my memory from my youth going to one of these facilities in Florida. A great day with dad watching live gators dueling for the loaves of bread we were throwing at them.
We walked into the establishment, and noticed it was small. There were two larger gators in very small “tanks” without enough space to even turn around. They had visible sores on their bodies as well. The owner kept pushing us to get in the tank with it for a picture. One of us dis, but not me. I didn’t want to be close to that monster, especially after hearing how a different crocodile had bitten the arm off of a veterinarian in Kaohsiung not too long ago. The owner also thought it was funny to make a loud noise every so often to freak out the people nearby. Luckily, the gators were immune to his antics.
Walking around the place there were lots of cages and weird animals. Featherless chickens (likely bred there to maintain their inbred status), a three headed turtle, miniature ponies, a tailless alligator, raccoons, a chihuahua with no front paws, and a variety of other beasts. There was a porcupine with such a bad wound he was just agonizing in the sun, with one half of his body festering in the sun. Seeing that porcupine was when it became crystal clear that the place wasn’t a refuge of any sort. It is only a circus act for people to go see ass-less alligators and birds larger than men.







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