My favorite is still the time I tried to push one of the Gators over the rail on the steamer when he had his back to me. Apparently I was too far away, because nothing happened. Then, about five seconds later, while I just sat and watched him, he straightened up, and turned to walk farther down the deck. After taking a few steps, though, he suddenly flew sideways and flipped over the rail, all while I just watched.
The Mississippi is a dangerous place.