Fri, Oct 10, 2003 - Page 7 News List

Giving a city alligator its due

CLAIM TO FAME It was the 1.6m-long gator's former housemate that got all the attention after the pair were removed from a Harlem apartment last weekend


This 29.5kg alligator was all but ignored when the police found it sharing an apartment with a tiger. Even its owner seems not to have bothered to name it, lavishing all his attention on the tiger.


Now it is time to look at things from the alligator's point of view.

The tiger became an instant superstar whose fame lasted more than 15 minutes. He got his mug, all mean and menacing, on the front pages and was mentioned on late-night comedy shows. He went from a seven-room apartment in Harlem to an even bigger home where he will have his own swimming pool. He was lionized by his owner, Antoine Yates, who continued to profess undying love after he was arraigned on Tuesday in Manhattan Criminal Court.

Not a word about the gator, whose name was lost in all the hoopla about a tiger in an apartment.

Think about it: Ordinarily, a 29.5kg alligator in an apartment would be news. But put a tiger in the same apartment, and the alligator is all but ignored. Not to mention the indignity of being mistaken for a caiman. That is enough to give an alligator an inferiority complex. And alligators are not accustomed to inferiority complexes any more than they are accustomed to apartment complexes. An alligator is accustomed to waddling around thinking, to the extent that alligators think coherent thoughts that can be translated into words, attention must be paid -- to me, right now.

Willy Loman an alligator is not, except when his apartment-mate is a tiger.

So neighborly get-togethers between the occupants of Apartment 5-E at 2430 Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Boulevard where, the animal experts say, they must have had separate bedrooms, were out of the question.

Had there been even a moment of face time, "there would be no alligator," said James Doherty, the general curator of the Bronx Zoo.

Or, as Larry Wallach, the animal handler who hauled the animals away from Yates' building, said, "That would be like Mighty Joe Young meeting Godzilla."

But the alligator might not have been unhappy with apartment life.

"I don't see that it would be, if it grew up this way," Doherty said.

The creature comforts that matter to a creature with scaly skin and an appetite for whole chickens are different from those of other tenants, who care more about the height of ceilings or the view of the outside.

"I don't think he would climb up and look out the window," said Bill Holmstrom, the zoo's collection manager for reptiles.

An eat-in kitchen would not have mattered much, Holmstrom said, since the alligator could not drink from the kitchen faucet. (He would have liked to duck under the surface in a full bathtub.)

Yates said it was Ming the tiger who became toothy. Soon Yates was on the way to the hospital with a story the doctors did not believe about a too-frisky pit bull, and Ming was on the way to fame.

And the alligator? It was almost as if he had been placed in a reptile-protection program. No one seemed to know where he was, assuming he is a he. (No one seemed to know that, either, or, this being New York, whether he had clawed his way to Yates' domain after crawling out of a sewer.)

It took a few telephone calls to find out that he spent Saturday night with his 1.6m frame stretched out in front of the television, watching The Crocodile Hunter, the Animal Planet series with the Australian adventurer Steve Irwin.

What was the alligator's favorite moment?

"When we were able to shut off the program," said Wallach, who has named the alligator Lucky and was stretched out with him at his house on Long Island.

Comments will be moderated. Keep comments relevant to the article. Remarks containing abusive and obscene language, personal attacks of any kind or promotion will be removed and the user banned. Final decision will be at the discretion of the Taipei Times.

TOP top