Alexander loved to swim. The family joke was that he was swimming before he learned how to crawl. They lived near Utah Lake, and his family went camping every weekend, so it was entirely possible, but it wasn’t. As much as he loved to swim, he was not a quick learner. It took him six times through the YMCA classes before he even passed polliwog. Twelve years later though, and he was the captain of Skyline’s varsity swim team.
For his high school graduation gift, his parents paid for a trip to the Amazon. He would be starting the University of Utah in the fall in their biology program and they thought it would be a great experience for someone who wanted to be an ichthyologist.
The plane landed, and Alexander was greeted by his hotel van driver. The tour his parents booked were all staying at the Casa del Rio and the first excursion left in the morning.
The tour left in the morning with six older couples and Alexander. Not a great way to start his vacation, but he was enjoying the scenery, so ignored being the odd man out. The guide explained the geography and famous events on their way to the Amazon River. He was only half listening as he had learned about all this in his high school classes.
Rather than staying with the tour group when they reached the river, he ventured off to explore the river’s edge. It was the last time he was seen alive. Stories began circulating about scraps of clothing turning up downstream, but nothing was ever found linking them to Alexander. That was until a fisherman found a black piranha in his net and called for the local biologist who was studying the effect of black piranha on the normal population. Inside the piranha’s stomach was a human molar that eventually tested positive as belonging to Alexander.
More black piranha appeared a few days later, and within a week the local population were being terrorized in their own river. It took military action and drastic ecological damage to rid the river of the pest.