My Mum and Dad were in Darwin a couple of weeks ago, cruisin’ around like the cool kids they are. So, a few days ago, I get this in the mail. A severed, dried croc foot. A crocodile’s foot guys, along with some nice words “Dear Thomas, a little something from darwinian deliverance. Love, ma + pa”

Apparently cutting off croc feet is a conservation thing. I like to think my Dad caught it himself, while saving a dog. He would have bear-hugged the life out of it, then took the foot as a prize. With a name like Hunter what can you expect.