Until she froze mid-bite, fork in hand.
«Do you see this?» she whispered, pushing her plate toward me.
At first glance, the tiny black specks scattered across the lettuce looked like chia seeds. «Probably some fancy topping,» we thought. But then… they moved. 😳
Yes. Moved.
We leaned in closer — hearts pounding. Those specks were not seeds. They were alive. Tiny, translucent spheres with black dots inside… like insect eggs. Moving.
Panic surged. She dropped her fork. I called the waiter, barely holding in the nausea 🤢
He tried to explain it away — “Must be a kitchen mix-up,” “Maybe the greens weren’t washed properly.” But we were already on the phone with emergency services 🚑
We didn’t know what had laid those eggs, or if we’d already eaten any. My friend began trembling, pale and dizzy.
At the hospital, they took samples, prescribed medication “just in case,” and told us to monitor symptoms. Nothing serious turned up — thank God — but emotionally? We were shattered 💔
Later, we filed a formal complaint. The restaurant blamed a «supplier issue.» But some things can’t be undone. That trust? Gone forever 😔
Now, every time I see chia seeds… that memory comes rushing back. The quiet music. The soft lights. And a plate crawling with horror 😣🥄
📌 Be careful where you eat — sometimes what looks healthy can hide the unthinkable. 🐞🥗
