Alligator Pond

Membership is falling.

Despite some efforts by Parkglobe management to encourage new blood, even to the extent of giving away free accounts, there is less and less fresh meat in a rapidly evaporating pool.

At this point, with the heat of the summer upon us, the denizens are starting to eat themselves. Unable to snack on small fry the behemoths of conferencing have commenced a final feast, snapping and twisting, rolling their eyes and slapping huge fatty tails onto the surface of the pool to frighten each other into paroxysms. It's survival of the nastiest and it's not a pretty sight.

Where's Crocodile Dundee when you need him?