Last night, I had a miserable dream about being swarmed by alligators as I tried to rescue my children. One of those dreams where you wake at 3 a.m. with your heart pounding and sweat dripping. Today, I heard this really unpleasant story. I'm just grateful that there are no alligators in my neck of the woods. I need worry only about black widows, brown recluses and rattlesnakes — all of which keep me busy enough in the neuroses department.