A Very Bad Decision: How Not to Get Your Ass Eaten by Crocodiles

Last week I watched a TV show called “I’m Not Supposed to Be Alive” on Animal Planet.

I really like that show because it validates my thinking about bungee jumping, sky-diving, camping in the woods (where bears, snakes, owls, wolves, and other killers hang out), and most thrill-seeking activities.

When offered a chance to participate in any of the above I simply respond… “Do it and tell me how it works out for you bro.”

The show is about people who get attacked by animals, fall off cliffs while mountain climbing, or whose parachutes don’t deploy when skydiving and somehow they live.

This particular episode was about some vacationers in Africa who got stranded in the middle of a crocodile river after their boat capsized.

One of the guys decides to swim to shore to go get help, even though at the moment there are roughly 758 crocodiles in the river, give or take a few.

Other people on the boat question whether this is a good idea, saying that he’ll get killed by crocodiles.

That was not the question I had.

My question is this: whose idea was it to vacation on a tiny boat in a river infested with crocodiles in Africa?