Today, Mutual Of Omaha's Wild Kingdom Visits Sandwich Flats...

Shhh...we must be very quiet.



Good day, everyone. We come to you today from beautiful Tallahassee, Florida. We have travelled thousands of miles to get to this point, we crossed the dangerous Appalachee Parkway, travelled cautiously down what the locals call Blairstone, and we have finally arrived, here at Sandwich Flats.



We lost two of our team along the way. Pedro turned his ankle, and we left him at the Cinnabon, with a cup of iced coffee on the affected area. And Kelly, well Kelly was mesmerized by the lights of the local temple they call the Governor's Square Mall. She disappeared into a shrine to the Demigod "Dillard", and we have not heard from her since. We will hold out hope for a reunion, but we needed to move on. Regrettable losses, but all part of the journey to see what we are about to see.

We are very close now, we must all remain very,very quiet. We do not want to interrupt the...um...action, I suppose, is the crass word for it.



We have used our high-powered equipment to spot our subjects, and they are at the top of this stone, stair like formation, on that metal post there. Right outside Sandwich Flats, the dwelling of a Tallahasseean by the name of Paticus, who called us about this phenomenon going on right outside his door. We owe a deep debt of gratitude to Paticus for alerting us to the phenomenon.

We will now very gingerly climb the rock formation...slowly...slowly...and we have just about made it...and now, we present to you...



hot, lizard on lizard action...