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.

animal part—the bathroom felt less like a sanctuary and more like a crime scene. My girlfriend’s voice trembled as she asked if it was toxic, if we needed to evacuate, or if this was a sign of a deeper, structural sickness within the apartment walls. I tried to maintain a facade of calm, but my own skin was crawling with every passing second.

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