It wasn’t rubber.
It wasn’t some random object that had fallen onto the floor.
It was alive.
I immediately stepped back.
For a moment, I just stood there, trying to process what I had seen.
The realization was somehow worse than the uncertainty.
Because now I had a new question:
This evening, I walked into my girlfriend’s bathroom and spotted this on the floor. I’ve been sitting here for 30 minutes, staring at it and trying to work out what it is.
What exactly was it?
I didn’t want to touch it.
I didn’t want to get any closer.
So I did what most people would probably do in that situation—I started searching for answers.
I took a closer look from a distance and compared what I was seeing with pictures online. I searched descriptions of dark, soft-bodied creatures that could appear in damp environments.
