About thirty years ago, before I knew much, I put an undulate trigger in a relatively small tank. It rapidly destroyed the few other fish and crustaceans that were there, so after that it had the tank all to itself. Very smart and personable, Zach was the only fish I have ever named.
He liked to redecorate the tank, constantly picking up shells and small rocks, and dropping them back to the bottom with a klunk. He also quickly learned where the food came from. If I was feeding the tank next to his, he'd bash his nose against the glass, as if saying 'hey, what about me?'.
He eventually got to the point where I'd hand feed him pieces of shrimp and fish. One day, I foolishly kept my hand in the water after the food was gone, 'petting' his sides and back. I guess he got a bit agitated, because suddenly he chomped down on my finger. Ouch! Didn't break the skin but it surprised me and I jerked my hand back suddenly. Unfortunately he hadn't let go, and so was sent flying 6', landing on the carpet. Oh no! Quickly scooped him up and put him back, he was totally fine. And he never bit me again, either.