A one-eyed croc from Pensacola wept copiously each day as he toasted, Glissendra had once flossed his teeth. (His charitable disposition mocked his poor memory: Glissendra had actually once taped his snout shut with duct tape.)

The first time I felt it, I didn’t know why. I assumed it was normal and perhaps it was. I was hiding under an orange blanket in the living room. One of them, Jake, told me where I could find the tubing, in a dumpster at the back of the emergency room par