Brittany Borges had spent countless hours beneath the blazing Florida sun, navigating the twisted mangroves and tea-colored waters of the Everglades. As a key member of the Guardians of the Glades , her days were usually measured in snake hooks, muddy boots, and the satisfying weight of an invasive Burmese python bagged. But today was different. Today was about reaching a remote shack of a herpetologist named Crockett, who had radioed about a nest of pythons so large it threatened to destabilize a critical wading bird rookery.
Crockett’s gruff voice crackled back. “Twenty minutes out. Don’t be a hero.” 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 Borges had spent countless hours beneath the
Brittany had no choice. She lunged.
Then she heard it. A deep, ominous hiss followed by the thrash of heavy coils. Today was about reaching a remote shack of