The Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin, died this past week. Not eaten by an alligator, bitten by a spider, or any other of the dangerous animals he was so familiar with, but a "lucky strike" by a stingray, which pierced his heart.
I was sad to learn this. He seemed so full of energy and life, with a love for the natural world that inspired others.
Evidently, among other honors, he will be afforded a state funeral if the family wants, as he was a face of Australia that the world came to know and love. He leaves behind a wife and two children - 8 and 3, as well as a world that lost a little bit of its light.
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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I don't think I ever once saw the show, but I was sad to learn about this, too.
PS Is it weird that the first three letters of my word verification are "snk"? (My first thought was "snake.")
I'm slow. Snake. Crocodile Hunter. Very interesting, indeed.
It's the sort of show you just have to see. I thought the movie he made was quite funny as well, if satirically self-aware.
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