"We're here to pick up the gator."  Mel knocked again, harder.
    "Yes?"  There was movement behind the peephole, followed shortly by the opening of the door.  A rather stylish looking young woman poked her head out.
    One of the flood of yuppies that had occupied these new apartments since they had been built on land reclaimed from the swamp, thought Mel.
    "You the one who called about the gator, ma'am?"
    "Yes, sir," replied the young woman.  "It's right over there, in those bushes.  It's so close to where people walk, I thought I'd better have someone take care of it."
    Following her pointing finger, Mel spotted the critter immediately.  About 12 feet long.  Pretty good sized.  Figuring in hide, meat, teeth, and all, this would be a profitable catch.
    "You did the right thing, ma'am.  My boys'll take it from here."  Mel motioned for his helpers to begin the capture.
    "Um, there's just one thing," the woman interjected.
    "Wanna watch?" asked Mel.  "You can, if you keep your distance.  The way we tape up the jaws is pretty interesting.  Jaws and tail are what we really have to watch for."
    "Uh, no," she continued.  "I was just wondering what you'll do with it, once you capture it.  Is there a particular place you release them to?"
    "Oh, no, ma'am," Mel laughed.  "We'll kill it and sell it.  I'm a business man.  It has to be worth my time to come out and mess with these things."
    "That's a shame," said the woman.  "Such a beautiful creature, and they were here before we were ..."
    Mel shrugged his shoulders.  "Well, do you want us to take it or you?"  And he laughed uproariously at his own joke.  Women!

    Later that night, Mel was still feeling good about the evening's catch and decided to celebrate.  Nothing very much.  He just poured himself a beer, turned up the stereo, and settled back into his favorite recliner.
    In short order, there was a loud rapping at the door.  "Ok, we know you're in there!" shouted an unfamiliar voice.
    Someone must have complained about the stereo.  "Ok," Mel replied with resignation, "I'll turn it down."
    Just then, someone kicked the door, and three men burst in.  At least, they looked like men.  But they were, well, scaly.
    "What...?" started Mel. "I told you I'd turn it down ..."
    "Is that it, Al?" asked one of the scaly guys.  "Ugly sucker!"
    "Yeah.  Go get 'im!" ordered Al, who appeared to be in charge.  "Watch out for the mouth!  You don't wanna get bit!  Tape it good!"
    "What are you doing?" Mel protested as two of the intruders tackled him.
    "This area has been developed for rich Venusian yuppies," explained Al.  "We didn't know any wildlife was still around.  One of the tenants tipped us off.  And she was mighty scared, I can tell you.  Poor thing."
    "You can't do this!" Mel protested.  "I live here!"
    :"Not anymore," barked Al.  "This land has been bought and paid for.  Now, we have to clear out the residual dangerous wildlife.  Careful!  Don't let it bite you!"
    "Wait!  Where am I supposed to live?" Mel squeaked as the two assistants duct taped his mouth.
    "No need to worry about that," crooned Al reassuringly.  "We're going to slaughter you and sell you for parts.  I'm a businessman.  I can't just come out here and risk my guys for nothing!"  He looked at the hog-tied, wriggling Mel with an appraising eye.
    "Pretty good sized," he continued.  "This will be a profitable capture."