Max the Barra

Hi Tim (and Tim's adoring fans)... this is Tegan, Tegan Hope, your cousin...
I'm now shacked up in QLD, an hour or so from your little bruva, loving my man and the weather, hating work and consuming far too much beer! It's a pretty terrible lifestyle here.
Anyway, last night, we thought, (which was hard in itself, let alone after 9 stubbies), Max, the pet barramundi, was looking a bit peckish, cruising up and down the tank with a menacing look in his eye...

I retrieved a 'Maxy frozen dinner' consisting of two small fishies, defrosted them under a burst of warm water and headed for the tank dangling the fishy head first. Max swiftly snatched the first fishy from my fingers, circling the tank and returning for the next, (He's very smart). Before the second fish had even hit the water Max had gone the grab at the fishy, latching onto my finger aswell! Luckily he let go before i flung poor Maxy across the room as i whipped my hand out of the tank in shock, squealing like he'd taken my finger off at the elbow!
It's no longer my job to feed Max, i stick to the washing up! Who'd have a barramundi for a pet anyway! Catch ya!