Red-bellied piranha

Ima hungry piranha and you know what that means. Yes, I'm longing for a really good piece of fruit: acui berries, or maybe aguaje. Not much about right now: the rainy season won't be here for a good few weeks yet and I'll have to make do with plants, Plus a bit of flesh, of course.

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Monday

I always enjoy the swagger that’s part of every shoal: the ripple of water as we brush the surface and the panicky retreat on the land when a human notices us. And you know what we'd do if that human entered the water, don’t you? Yes, indeed: we'd swim away, and pretty sharpish. We piranhas stick together for protection from predators, We don’t hunt in packs.

Tuesday

Well, maybe I wouldn't swim away. If I were in the mood I'd attack, bite the damn toes, get a good gobful of human flesh ~ and then run for it. Let me tell you about a lake at Palmas in Brazil. In six months there were 190 piranha attacks on humans ~ each a single bite on the foot.

Wednesday