I love Barracuda, both the solitary giant Barracuda resting just below the water, jaws agape, razor-sharp teeth bulging out, and also the huge schools of juveniles circling endlessly as a giant doughnut.
I’ve brought myself to ignore my instinctive fear to calm down, and know that this fish isn’t going to harm me. Just don’t get too close, supposedly don’t wear any shiny stuff nor thrash about to scare it away.
Sometimes, Barracuda can get confused, as when a guided tour was let into the water while the guides were feeding the fish. A barracuda bit a girl’s hand which was next to a floating bagel and the fish – probably mistakenly. Before the fish noticed the error, it’s sharp teeth had already caused significant damage.
I fault the guides for throwing fodder into the bathing tourists and no one else, also not the barracuda.