Because what makes a lady jump if not a wind-up crocodile? Here it is the end of a grueling day and all you want is to get out of that polyester contraption of a dress. What comes along but an aluminum reptile to send a girl scampering to the nearest (but most petite) perch for safety. Oh, but it feels kind of silly on second thought, doesn't it? At least that infernal, perpetually chafing dress is nowhere to be seen.