I'm sorry, but if you spend your whole career whaling on alligators and locking up fierce animals so you can twat around with them in front of an audience (and be generally annoying and obnoxious anyway), you souldn't really be surprised when the animal world turns around an bites you on the arse (or barbs you in the chest).

Now all we need is for Uri Geller to be bent into a knot and for David Copperfield to disappear.