Sorry G. (and T. for that matter...)

So T. is in southern Florida for two weeks, doing some testing for the institute and also filming in the Everglades. Our brother, G. mentioned to me this weekend that he thought it was kind of crazy to send someone alone to go film where there are alligators, isn't that kind of dangerous? What if something happened to him while filming, who would know? My first thought was, "oh dear, G., you must have heard that from T. and somehow caught his drama virus, to which I thought we were all pretty much immune..." I know, awful wife, but his siblings would agree with me that T.'s drama is truly out of control, from "I have AIDS," to, "I had three options; one: jump out of the car..." to "Jo has a fever, he must have Lyme Disease," or "Kai is rubbing his eyes, it can't be allergies that he inherited from his Grandpa, it must be pink eye!" Tangent aside, I didn't put much thought into sweet G.'s concern for my husband except to roll my eyes when he wasn't looking (not at him but at T. who I was sure planted these thoughts in normally-mild-and-not-so-dramatic G.) and make some non-committal response.
Well, I have been humbled. T. just called and said that he was at a rest stop in the middle of the Everglades and a Park Ranger approached him asking him what he was doing. T. said, "just filming the scenery." The Park Ranger asked T. to step back a few feet from the camera, which was set up on the bank of a canal. He then pointed out some bubbles rising from the water directly in front of where T. had been standing. "That's a gator; they can stay underwater for about 30 minutes and you wouldn't know they were there, except for the bubbles." He then recommended T. keep an eye out for such bubbles in the future. So I got a little dramatic myself and asked my husband to please stay alive for the next two weeks. I will also probably be calling him a little more than usual these next few days...