A massive saltwater crocodile who was stalking residents of a Northern Territories, Australia aboriginal community until he was shot by a wildlife ranger probably wouldn’t have appreciated the irony that the very humans whom he sought to consume ended up consuming him. Like even if the ranger said “Oy, found ye now, cunt! Just goin’eh load up the ol rifle-roo and blast a hole in yeh big croco skully so them abrigonie blokes can cook up eh nice barbie feast!” the croc probably wouldn’t have stopped to remark to himself upon how devilish of a predicament of his very doing.
The hunter now the hunted. The predator now the prey. The carnivore now the carnivor-ized.
And so on. None of that went through his head whether or not the ranger had let the croc know what was coming, because as far as we know aquatic reptiles are incapable of appreciating irony.