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 meant something was horribly wrong with the apartment. I tried to sound calm, but my skin was crawling every time I looked at it.
I found this in my girlfriend’s bathroom. We’ve been looking at it for an hour now and still can’t figure out what it is.
