Blank Thoughts

Oh well. So, he died. And my dear friend mourns for him.

But I’m laughing my head off. The renowned crocodile hunter – who pried the poor crocodiles’ (who were very much minding their own business) mouths open and stuck his head in, and posed on a magazine cover with a tarantula on his head – was stung by a stingray, to death.

Didn’t mean disrespect to the dead, but I actually found him to be irritating and silly. Alright, what he was doing did propel him to fame and that viewers have to cast him to being ‘different’ and ‘daring’ as compared to other documentaries.

But still, I think it’s stupid. I pitied the animals that were handpicked by him to wrestle or to be irritated. “One of these days, one of them will successfully hurt him by retaliating out of defense or pure irritation.” I thought.

And it was a stingray. (Wahahahhaha!) Not a crocodile. Not a python. THE stingray. “A normally placid species that only deploys its poisonous tail spines as a defense.” And this article on MSN news was saying that Queensland Police Superintendent Michael Keating didn’t find any evidence that he was threatening nor intimidating the said stingray.

-_-

How do you know whether he did or not? Why else did the stingray sting him? And we know that he irritates animals for a living.

And all those laughing yesterday (Alright, I do feel kinda a little remorseful. For laughing. And for his wife and kid.), I had gotten my ill returns. I slipped and fell in front of a bunch of people at the MRT station. A little bruised knee... But… it still doesn’t stop me from putting this blog up! Bwahahaha.

Oh no. I better be careful the next few days.