Piranha!

Wednesday afternoon, Kendall had the opportunity to go piranha fishing with a couple of Delton’s co-workers. How lucky for him! I declined the invitation to accompany him. (Actually, I wasn’t even extended an invitation, which was just fine with me.) I kissed him goodbye, knowing that I may never see him as un-chewed-up as he was at that moment. 
By the way, this piranha fishing is not something that happens from the shoreline. No, you wade in up to your armpits and fish from there. Yikes! Kendall said he let the other two men go in ahead of him. But if you ask me, I really don’t think a hungry piranha is going to care which delectable bite was there first. Kendall was wise enough to wear shoes and jeans- maybe that first taste of rubber or cotton would deter a piranha looking for blood.

Kendall eventually caught a couple fishies. He brought it back to Delton and Fernie’s and cut out the jaw. We didn’t eat it.

Warning:  What follows is gross and horrible:  The worst part of all Kendall told me about that afternoon was the warning he was given by one of his fellow fishermen.  He told Kendall, “Don’t pee in the water.”  (Thankfully, that was before Kendall had done that very thing.)  “There are tiny fish, almost like worms, that are attracted to the ammonia in urine.  They swim to the source and crawl up inside the urethra.  Because of the way they are shaped, they need to be surgically removed.”  !!!!!!  Eww!  Horrifying!  As a side note, the guy thought that those fish were more up in the Amazon, rather than in the part of Brazil we were in, but even the possibility was more than enough to motivate Kendall to hold it.