Under this green stuff is sort a deep water. When you don’t see the crocs, is when you should very afraid. They walked with the dinosaurs. I wonder what they think of us. “man is the lowest on the totem pole as far as having any sense. They’re loud, they dress in bright colors, under all that stinky body wash stuff, I bet they smell & taste like chicken, without the feathers get stuck in my throat.” What else could they think of us?