I thought it was a tumor growing out of my house. One pink, crunchy, alien-looking lump glued into the corner of my kitchen wall, staring at me before I’d even had a sip of coffee. No smell. No source. No logic. Reddit screamed “larvae,” my brain screamed “move out,” and my landlord just… wiped. It. Aw
By the time the coffee finished brewing, the thing was gone, reduced to a smear on a disinfectant wipe and a casual shrug from the man who owns the building. He called it “probably just sealing foam” the way you’d call a ghost “probably just the wind.” The sound it made when it crunched off the wall still lives somewhere between my ears, replaying every time I glance at that now spotless corner and wonder what, exactly, I was living with.
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