His other home, besides the tent, was a rented condo in Malibu. His protection of baby seals came years after that fur industry collapsed and the clubbing ceased; and he was guarding brown bears in a national park, where hunting was illegal and poaching was rarely, if ever, reported. And so what? Timothy Treadwell believed he was an eco-warrior who understood and shielded brown bears. Don Quixote believed he was a knight errant who fought giants that were really windmills. Where was the harm, except to themselves? If it were possible, that should be asked of the two brown bears meaninglessly destroyed because of Treadwell's fundamental misunderstanding. Or of the young woman he lured to a gruesome death. Then there are all those who will employ him as a hero-martyr of animal rights and antihunting. And finally, think of the thousands of children who will only know what Timothy Treadwell taught them about brown bears, and therefore will think of a magnificent species, Ursus arctos, as "Boobles."