The Morning I Found “The Devil’s Fingers” Growing in My Backyard

It started like any other quiet morning. I stepped outside with my watering can, ready to tend to the flowers and check if the cats had made a mess overnight. But the moment I opened the gate, a foul odor hit me so hard I nearly dropped the can. The air felt thick—metallic, sour, and strangely heavy.

I paused, trying to figure out where the smell was coming from. Then I saw it.

Lying near the flowerbed, half-hidden among the damp soil, was something unlike anything I’d ever seen.

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