I’d love to tell you a good story about this photo. About how I crawled on my belly, through the weeds and the mud, to get so close. About how, just after I snapped his picture, the croc opened wide his ferocious jaws and used his powerful tail to launch himself out of the water, all teeth and fury, coming right at me. About how I rolled to my left as his jaws slammed shut on the air where my head had just been. About how I sprang from my prone position, threw myself on top of his back and wrestled him into submission, then flipped him over and rubbed his belly till he went to sleep.
Truth is, that there’s a baby croc that I shot from behind the safety of thick, tempered glass at the aquarium.
Woulda been a good story, tho, right?