Am I the only one who stopped watching “The Crocodile Hunter” because that annoying wife of Steve Irwin’s not only took over narrative duties but also managed to get her smug mug into every other frame of film? Her own pet mountain lion ignored and dismissed her, and cats don’t “forget” people they’ve had a close association with. The last thing any madcap adventurer needs is his wife along for the trek. Yet another example of cunts butting in to ruin what is essentially a man’s realm..   

April 2002