At one of those ubiquitous Florida Citrus Centers that dot the landscape around the Florida-Georgia border - you know, the ones who sell the baby sharks in jars - a billboard promises a "13 foot gator".
What they didn't tell you is that the gator is dead.
The taxidermied critter sits (Stands? Lays? Crouches? Whatever it is that alligators are doing) on a table, rather like an altar, surrounded by the gruesome visage of dozens of severed baby alligator heads. I can't think of many other animals where a display like this would be accepted so casually - snakes, maybe.
(Also, a 13 foot gator may sound impressive at first, but half of it's the tail and it's not as big as you probably pictured it.)