Listening to NPR yesterday, I heard a guy from the New Orleans Aquarium describing the mess they found after Katrina. The equipment there had stopped working, so the interior temperature had risen into the 90s, most of the tanks had gone anoxic, the fish had died and were rotting in the heat. The tanks were a filthy, smelly, bacteria-laden mess.
The alligators, however, loved it. Somehow, perhaps because I'm the owner of two Labrador retrievers who will eat anything, my heart warms to the thought of unadulterated joy in the midst of what would turn a human stomach.