Swamp Story

Okay, I didn’t want to type too much tonight because my wrist is killing me, but I was looking through my pictures to post some, and I remembered what my husband and I were talking about earlier today.

We were watching the History Channel, and they’re starting so many shows now about Louisianians. So I asked him if Louisiana is what’s cool now. We agreed that it sure seems like it. Swamp Loggers, and Swamp People, and now Cajun Pawn Stars and Sons of Guns. And yes, folks, Billy the Exterminator is in my neck of the woods.

The funny thing, though, was my husband mentioned how a friend of ours had posted to Facebook a few days ago how excited she was that Troy Landry came through her drive thru. I never until today put two and two together to realize that this was the same guy that my stepfather’s been talking about for years: the guy who takes care of the nuisance gators and brings my little brother out with him sometimes. It was the proverbial lightbulb going on over my head.

I feel this is worth mentioning again. My family has to worry about ‘nuisance gators.’

I’ve only seen nuisance turtles.

20120120-203136.jpgThis guy came out of the pool…

20120120-210605.jpgThe bottom of the pool.

My brother, however, rescued this little guy. He was hurt, and my brother took care of him for a few days, but I’m sorry to say he didn’t make it.
Tangentially, it seems like every time we go visit my brother pulls something crazy out of the canal, either on his fishing line or in his nets. An alligator, crabs, eels, even an amphiuma twice. Those guys are creepy!

So now you know that sometimes you have to spell it out for me, or I will never add it up. I’m still shaking my head at my ignorance.

But it is pretty cool to watch some of these shows, at least the ones that are shot in places I know. I always look for people or places I know. It’s like the enjoyment I get from watching movies that are filmed here. Even if it’s not a good movie, there’s still the treasure hunt fun of finding my friends as extras.

And a tidbit for you. I used to talk like that, too, but I’ve lived up north long enough to lose the Cajun accent. Mostly. When we go down for Mardi Gras for a week I get some back.

10 Comments on “Swamp Story”

  1. Tigger says:

    My dad always gets his East Coast accent back when his mom comes to visit (or he goes there). Pretty cool that you know the areas being filmed! And yes, the amphiuma ARE creepy. Like snakes with feet!

    • aprilvak says:

      I love accents, especially hearing them from people who claim they don’t have one! I pick them up way too easily though, then it takes me a while to get back to me.

      The first amphiuma he caught, we all said ‘omg, what is THAT??’ Then the second one was no big deal, lol!

  2. Danny Tanner says:

    We’re in North Carolina – I don’t think we’ll head any further south!

  3. I want a nuisance turtle! I think you already know about my concerns about nuisance coyotes. Stupid dog eating wild dogs. Anyways, I have a secret southern accent, which you would probably bring out in me. Otherwise, I grew up too close to the midwest to have much of an accent most of the time. And I think you need to vlog your cajun accent. Because that would be awesome.

    • aprilvak says:

      Lol, we have a nuisance turtle that we brought home in 2010. He’s only half dollar size or so.

      I know, good luck getting an alpaca!

      And I have to admit, I have always imagined you having the Great Lakes accent I used to hear every summer visiting my dad in Michigan. Mardi Gras is only a month away, maybe I’ll record something.

  4. Erika says:

    I love the turtle. However, the rest of those nuisance animals just sound scary! I don’t want to find anything in my backyard. I’m a desert dweller and we get snakes and scorpions and black widows. I don’t venture out into the back yard much without my DH. I don’t do critters.

    Happy ICLW

    • aprilvak says:

      Ack, I don’t do spiders! We had a black widow set up shop in the living room last year, it was traumatic. Even when it was dead I hated to walk by that corner.

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