It is an obvious choice for today’s blog, but one that I think needs writing. Steve Irwin AKA the Crocodile Hunter died today after being stabbed/stung by a Stingray’s barb.
Although I did watch the show, I did so mainly because it was on back-to-back on Discovery. I wasn’t a huge fan, and did question the motives for teasing snakes etc., yet the death of Steve Irwin has left me shocked and saddened. I may not have agreed with everything he did, but I admired his enthusiasm for life and am somewhat envious that he got to do what he wanted, and what he really enjoyed. He’s affected so many people on so many continents – very few people have the same effect when they die. That’s quite a legacy to leave behind.And let’s face it – Steve Irwin got to be the inner child that wants to investigate the world, that wants to interact with other species and see how they react, i.e. he got to poke things that go “bloop!”, and I think there’s a little bit in all of us that wants to poke things (in a nice way of course).
Or maybe it’s just me. Either way, well done, Steve Irwin, and rest in peace.
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