Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, died today.

He took a stingray to the chest.

And all this time we thought he was invincible. The man laid in a komodo dragon nest, all the while his voice over of the documentary states, "If I had known the peril that I was in, I never would have attempted getting so close to these gorgeous animals." He was then promptly treed by the komodo dragons. The stunt was so crazy that we bought an actual Crocodile Hunter VHS with his komodo dragon romp on it. Heck, on my birthday we saw The Crocodile Hunter movie in the theater! I have actual Steve Irwin action figures that shout, "Crikey!" and "What a rippah!"

That must have been one huge stingray, because as my husband aptly pointed out, "The man didn't mess around with the small stuff." I didn't think stingrays could usually kill people.

I'm so sad. The man was nutty, but you just know that he loved what he did. That kind of enthusiasim is hard to come by. And whenever I watched him, he brought me a little bit of joy.

Rest in peace, Steve. We miss you already.

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at September 12, 2006 9:22 PM  Temmahkrik said...

It's not everyone who gets to die doing what they love. R.I.P. Steve Irwin.