Free, to a Good Home

Dad died suddenly Tuesday evening. He and his wife lived a few hours north of me, and I feel a little at a loss for things to do to help with planning and details from here.

To that end, my brother and I have taken on the task of  relocating some of Dad's superfluous pets. The giant tank full of aquarium fish and the turtles shouldn't be too big of a problem. Most pet stores will take them, I hear. But what do we do with Grumpy, Dad's seven foot long adult alligator?

Too bad it's not like the time he got tired of having a dog kennel full of flying squirrels. It's not like we can just open the door to Grumpy's solarium and wish him luck in the world.