I was saddened today to learn of the death of Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter. Even though the news came as a shock, I wasn’t really surprised. Like someone who smokes 40 cigarettes a day, it was highly unlikely Mr. Irwin would reach his 70th birthday.

What a cruel twist of irony, that after wrestling man eating crocodiles, handing deadly snakes and being chased up trees by giant lizards, that it was a stingray, one of the most docile creatures he would have ever come into contact with that killed him.

At least he died doing what he loved. Better than snuffing it on a hospital trolley or getting mowed down by a truck.

I was a genuine fan of his and am not just writing this because a million other bloggers across the world will be doing the same thing. Some of Steve’s best moments I can remember include him getting chased around an island by Komodo Dragons and his exploration of a North American forest, infested with rattlesnakes and discovering, to his horror, that one was nested in between his legs.

Steve Irwin arguably increased the popularity of The Discovery Channel and Animal Planet. What will they do now that he is dead? I think they should find a new person to take on his dangerous job. How about Cristiano Ronaldo or better still, Sven, he’s out of work.

Finally, I wanted to show some of his work on my blog, but I couldn’t find any. I did however find this, no disrespect Steve! R.I.P.