When I was a kid in south Fl, ALL of the school field trips were to nature preserves, and it seemed they all wanted to do demo's of the gators leaping for snacks. Show off the skulls, talk about the bite force, then make us get in a boat to go see mangroves and stuff. They told us if a gator (likely a mother) was chasing you on land, you would lose unless you tried to zigzag to confuse their vision.
You could say I'm a bit traumatized, lol. Especially after my brother launched us out into a gator filled lake in a dinghy that couldn't take our combined weight and started to sink.
And my mom loved those "Rescue 911" shows where half the episodes featured people with their limbs bitten off by a gator.
Then when I was 11, mom took me back to Australia with her and we did this horseback riding trip (fun) but at one stop, everyone jumped in this marshy looking pond, and Mom insisted I join in. I wasn't having that, so in an impulse "fun" moment she still apologizes for, she pushed me in. The dock was so high compared to the water table that I couldn't climb back out and creepy things were touching my legs.
Everything about an ambush predator that hides in muddy water with giant snapping jaws just freaks me out.
And people - so many silly people - swim here in FL and claim they don't want people for snacks.

They're just biding their time, people!