I don't have a heck of a lot that I can articulate about this, but I just feel so very sad about Steve Irwin's untimely death. What a passionate conservationist, proud father and all around good guy. Just imagine what a wonderful world it would be if more people were like him. John and I have had such a fondness for him over the years that when we refer to him we just say "Steve" because he was our #1
Steve - seriously! We felt like we knew him. When I found out about his passing yesterday, John was out but when he got home I told him the news. All I had to say was, "Steve died" and he knew what I meant.
Then today, my boss, who is not generally shy about talking about things he knows nothing about, came in and started blathering about how he would have been fine if he had just left the stingray's barb in him and not pulled it out. Um, I haven't bothered to check out this theory but I think the POISON flowing into his body would be a concern. Even if he was right I probably wouldn't want to hear it because I just immediately had this internal pissed off response that my boss, who is not a naturalist by any stretch of the imagination, had the gall to second guess poor Steve about what the proper reaction is in that situation. It's just that to him, it was a news item and to me it was much more. I can't explain it.
This just really touches me. Wah. So sad.