Hyperbole escapes you, I see.
Please. I guess I was unaware you held exclusive rights on sarcasm in this thread, how foolish of me.
The point is that the chances of getting attacked are extremely small. Panicking about shark attacks is like panicking about spontaneously combusting. You're more likely to die falling down a staircase than getting attacked by a shark. There's so many other more common ways for aquatic-types to get killed in the field that shark attacks simply are not worth getting worked up over.
Seems like you're the one with the penchant for exaggeration here - I express dismay over over a fatality, and relate personal experiences on the matter, and I'm panicking? Truth be told, I'm more worried about getting a love tap from a man-of-war while in the water, or stepping on a stingray. You can sit there and preach over your stats all you want, I've learned to have a healthy respect for sharks. Your citing of ratios means nothing to me, by rights I shouldn't have had those encounters I did or know people who experienced worse. And it's funny, I only know one person who has been killed in a car wreck. How does it go? 'There are lies, damn lies, and statistics.' Regardless, I stand by my previous statement :
I don't feel this is something trivial enough to chance. You take chances over things like wearing the wrong hiking boots, or not packing sunscreen - not being ripped apart and eaten by sharks.
Your all-encompassing metric on the odds of shark attacks doesn't really apply to acts of total stupidity, like surfing on the waves at a delta, or swimming with seals in known shark feeding areas. Believe it or not, I like sharks - I snap pics of them whenever possible, and always release them if hooked, regardless of species. They're a valuable part of the ecosystem, and the way they've been maligned and hunted is a shame. I just think it's stupid to assume you're gonna be ok in the water with a predator who is many times your size, can move many times faster, and is prone to mistaking humans for seals, whales, and turtles. Methinks your bravado/faith in numbers would quickly erode if you suddenly realized your surfboard was being shadowed by a 10ft tiger.