was standing in my kitchen this morning, preparing a simple breakfast, when something unusual caught my attention.
As I cracked an egg into a bowl, I noticed a strange white strand floating through the egg white. It was thin, slightly twisted, and looked almost like a tiny piece of string or a worm. My stomach immediately tightened. I froze, spatula in hand, and stared at the bowl like it contained something dangerous.
I do that thing that everyone does when they’re scared about food: I immediately assume the worst.
