Taking a trail at the first location, I observed numerous ant lion pits. There were in fact many times more ant lion pits than anthills. The anthills I did see were often built of grains of different sizes and colors. There must be different layers of dirt close to the surface.
At one point, I was alerted by a sound to a shaking tree not far away. Holding still and watching closely, I observed two bobcats climbing around in it. They were too far away and shrouded by foliage to get a good picture, and I was more concerned with keeping out of their way at the time. I did manage to photograph this 4-inch monster, however:
Taking a trail at the second location, I came across an old wooden structure with trees growing through it, a cluster of bamboo towering above the trees near it, a dead palm tree with thick, grass-like plants growing from between the leaf-base layers, lots of strange fungi, lots of burrs of several types, and this artistically mutilated palmetto:
I also encountered three black boars at a trail intersection. They snorted at me and departed my presence rapidly as if I wasn’t cool enough for them to hang out with. For a second, I thought I was back in Junior High School.
In the water, I saw no snakes or alligators (sad face), but I did see many jumping fish and also what must have been a large turtle that surfaced briefly quite a distance away.
I also found evidence for a race of very tiny people living in the area:
At the third location, I saw a black snake, a very hairy bee, a green dragonfly with a black-and-white striped tail, a fat, pink dragonfly, a damselfly with green head and thorax and a blue-tipped abdomen, strange pea pods, roughly square berries, grass-like stalks with yellow, cone-like ends, yellow, cracked puffballs, and what my mother thinks were pale green orchids (she was with me at the third location). On the surface of the very tiny pond were thousands of very tiny insects that moved very little. The breeze seemed to blow them over the surface without friction in a way reminiscent of very fine snowflakes blown over pavement on days too cold for the snow to be at all sticky. There were countless flowers of all sizes and colors, and butterflies of all kinds. Here is one that held still: