R.I.P. Voldemort

T'is a sad day today. Before dinner, Voldemort - my Bicher was fine. Laying in the corner of the tank like he always does. Chillin' - what he does best.
A few minutes after supper, my Dad says "Uh oh.." and all I hear after is my mom saying "oh my goddddddd!"

I run down and there he is, laying with his stomach up and a big chunk taken out of where his heart is. Inside? His heart is gone, all that's left is the guppy he ate a few hours ago. That's why he was so bloated.

The suspect? Hitler - my Red-Belly Piranha. His first victim was my Pleco, the algae eating fish. Now, the Bicher. There is no stopping him.

Well, here are some pictures. They are not for the squeamish.

Hitler hiding in the back with Voldemort up front..


The victim


The murderer