The very first one was at the front.

At that moment, pity vanished. Real, sticky terror set in. The woman slammed the doors shut, locked the locks, drew the curtains, and with trembling fingers dialed the police.

She cried into the phone, incoherently repeating that there were crocodiles outside her house, that there were many of them, and that she was afraid to even go into another room.

While she waited for help, the sounds of tails slapping and heavy breathing could be heard outside. The crocodiles did not leave. They waited.

Rescuers arrived only an hour later. The yard was cordoned off, the animals were sedated and taken away. Later, neighbors said they had never seen anything like it and that she had been incredibly lucky to stay alive.

And the woman could not forgive herself for a long time for one thing: a kind heart does not always mean a safe decision.