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Kristen, here! Growing up in Florida we would occasionally find snakes in the house, but never an 8 ft alligator. Alligators would always sun on our lawn by the pond in my backyard. And even occasionally eat the neighbor's dog! But they would never enter a home! I guess your house is truly not safe anymore from anything! I heard about the following story on the radio this morning and loved it! Thought I would share...

How about a 230-pound alligator in your kitchen?
“You’re used to seeing them, you’re just not used to seeing them in your kitchen,” Sandie Frosti told TODAY’s Meredith Vieira Wednesday in New York.
But that’s exactly where she found an 8-foot, 8-inch gator Monday night in her Oldsmar, Fla., home. She had been working on her computer in her bedroom at the opposite end of her one-story duplex when she heard a noise. Frosti has a cat, Poe, but she knew it couldn’t be her pet making all that racket.
“It was too loud to be my cat, so I went to check it out,” she said. Alligators are ubiquitous in Florida, and Frosti sees them all the time in the ponds behind her housing development and on the lawns. But they seem to know their place; although one will occasionally wander into an open garage, house invasions are virtually unheard of.
When Frosti saw about three feet of scaly head and shoulders poking out from behind her freezer, she said her first words were, “Oh, my God ... This has to be gotten out of here.”
She retreated back to her bedroom, making sure the gator wasn’t in pursuit, and called 911.

The 69-year-old Frosti came off as a cool customer, and the recording of her call betrays no panic on her part. It does show disbelief on the part of the dispatcher who took the call.
“There’s an alligator in my kitchen,” she told the operator, who asked how large it was.
“It’s huge,” Frosti answered.
“How long is huge? Four foot?” the operator continues.
“I don't know. I only saw the first half of it and that had to be at least three feet.”
Still not believing that an alligator would be inside a home, the operator persisted: “You sure it couldn’t be like an iguana or a really large ... ?”
Before she could finish the question, Frosti was saying firmly, “Oh, no, no, no, no, no.”
The dispatcher sent the police, who entered the house, took one look at the gator and retreated out of the house, taking Frosti with them as they called a professional alligator trapper.

They determined that the female alligator had pushed through a screened panel on Frosti’s porch, then strolled through a sliding glass door that she had left open. It crossed the living room and entered the kitchen.