Brittany had no choice. She lunged.
An hour later, the three pythons were safely bagged and tagged. Brittany sat on the front of the airboat, rinsing the mud off her legs with a water bottle. The turquoise bikini was now more brown than blue. brittany borges guardians of the glades bikini
She pulled her Guardians of the Glades cap low over her eyes, leaned back against the warm metal of the boat, and let the afternoon sun dry the rest of the mud on her skin. The bikini had survived. The pythons were caught. And the Everglades, for one more day, had its guardians. Brittany had no choice
Brittany’s heart hammered, but her hands were steady. This was the prize. She radioed Crockett in a whisper. “I’ve got eyes on a triple. Need a hand.” Brittany sat on the front of the airboat,
Then she heard it. A deep, ominous hiss followed by the thrash of heavy coils.
For ten long seconds, it was just Brittany, the bikini, and the beast. Mud splattered across her stomach and shoulders. A strand of her braid came loose, sticking to her cheek. Her muscles screamed as she kept the giant snake’s head down while its powerful body coiled around a submerged log.
Then, a rustle in the sawgrass. Crockett, a grizzled man with a snake tattoo on his neck, waded into view. He didn’t say a word. He just dropped to his knees beside her, grabbed the python’s tail, and began to carefully unwind it.
