Guy who hunts Crocodiles not killed by them. Instead Killed by "mostly" harmless Stingray.
See link in the post below since apparently I can't post right ^_^
Well, I guess this is one of those headlines you expect to see...
*wonders who I was talking to recently that said Stingrays were harmless?*
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http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,20349888-2,00.html
Definitely a sad day.
Indeed it is a sad day.
The whole country is in mourning...
I'm still in shock.
A stingray sting is extremely painful and often contains a form of toxin. People have been known to get stung on the legs because they stepped onto a stingray by accident. It's possible that Steve Irwin may have aggravated the stingray by touching it or swimming too close to it. The sting that went into his chest may have injected toxins directly into his heart or punctured a lung. Stingrays RARELY attack without being provoked.
Not the best explanation, but something along those lines.
If only Steve had played that crappy flash game...
A friend arrived later (we'd been there most of the day and thereby cut off from news) and we didn't believe her. Steve Irwin doesn't die, that's just crazy.
I couldn't stand the man but fuck, as if he died.
As a funny/sad aside, I knew a player named "Princess Die" who got such a stream of grief from outraged and indignant players over the name that she was forced to delete the character. Thing is, she'd been playing under that name since the Beta, and it had no connection to the death.
The other scary thing was getting home. I was tempted to keep the rental car and drive back to the east coast. As it turned out, we took the first Continental flight out of Denver since 9/11, which was on Sunday. (9/11 was a Tuesday.) That just happened to be our scheduled flight - so we got lucky. Driving from Yellowstone back to Denver was pretty amazing. There were American flags EVERYWHERE. The flight out of Denver had about 25 pilots on it, all of whom had been stranded in Denver. We connected in Newark, and while we walked outside to the commuter jet, you could see smoke still billowing from lower Manhattan. Pretty wild.
Maybe someday I'll tell my story about getting attacked by monkeys in Thailand. That's my best travel story. It's much better told in person, however.