“Although some candiru species have been known to grow to a size of 40 centimetres (16 in) in length, others are considerably smaller. These smaller species are known for an alleged tendency to invade and parasitise the human urethra”
"Another report from French naturalist Francis de Castelnau in 1855 relates an allegation by local Araguay fisherman, saying that it is dangerous to urinate in the river as the fish “springs out of the water and penetrates into the urethra by ascending the length of the liquid column.”
Ok, that second one sounds kind of suspect…
“To date, there is only one documented case of a candiru entering a human urinary system, which took place in Itacoatiara, Brazil in 1997.[13][14] In this incident, the victim (a 23-year-old man known only as “F.B.C.”) claimed a candiru “jumped” from the water into his urethra as he urinated while thigh-deep in a river.[15] After traveling to Manaus on October 28, 1997, the victim underwent a two-hour urological surgery by Dr. Anoar Samad to remove the fish from his body.[14]”
It was night. And I have to admit that I was nervous that the fish (who would nibble occasionally at our toes) would try nibbling elsewhere (they didn’t). But I was always worrried that there might be things like what’s in the original link hiding down there.
My cousins, not having testicles, weren’t so worried about it.
these cousins were related by marriages, not by blood (you can argue that they were technically not cousins, then, I suppose, but cousins describes the legal relationship better)
it’s really only first and maybe second cousins that are potentially problematic. These would have been first cousins, of course, if they were blood relations.
even so, you might be surprised how many people have gotten jiggy with their first cousins (especially when they are young). I haven’t but know several who have.
bchad is consistently the best poster on AF. testicle eating fish links, long posts about tranvestite issues, and discussion about getting jiggy with first cousins. good stuff.
I didn’t remember eating it until I read the part about Teddy Roosevelt writing that they were delicious eating, and then I remembered someone serving me Pacu on the boat ride from Manaus to Santarém.