Then I saw it.
A slight movement.
It was subtle so subtle that I almost convinced myself I had imagined it.
Then it moved again.
My stomach dropped.
It was not a piece of trash.
It was not rubber.
It was not some random object that had fallen onto the floor.
It was alive.
I immediately stepped back.
For a moment I stood there trying to process what I had seen.
The realization was somehow worse than the uncertainty.
I now had a new question.
What exactly was it.
I did not want to touch it.
I did not want to get any closer.
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.
