Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, is no more. While I feel sympathy for his family, there's some poetic justice in a man who regularly taught his audience that dangerous animals were things to be played with, wrestled and filmed for no real purpose--he had a private for-profit animal park, not a research facility, not a program to save endangered animals--losing his life to an animal's natural defenses. Of course, there would have been more justice in his losing it to a crocodile than to a relatively harmless stingray, but I suppose we all have our achilles' heels. But who will hold his children just out of reach of crocodile's jaws now? Crikey!