So this thing was just sitting there. Silent. Alien. Wrong.On the cold bathroom tiles, my girlfriend and I stared at it like it might suddenly move. It looked like flesh and fungus had a baby. We argued, we Googled, we whispered worst-case scenarios. The more we zoomed in, the less it made sense. And then we fin… Continues… By the time we’d run through every nightmare scenario — parasite, mutant mold, some kind of rotting animal part — the bathroom felt like a crime scene. My girlfriend kept asking if it was dangerous, if we should call someone, if it...
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