Every Sunday I followed the same ritual: review the list, choose the best vegetables, check the labels, and make sure nothing was missing. Among that day’s purchases, a basket of bright red strawberries seemed like the perfect choice to accompany my coffee the next day.
The moment of discovery
The next morning, craving something sweet, I opened the package to wash them. As I unwrapped them, my gaze fell upon something odd. Among the strawberries was a thin, elongated object that didn’t belong. At first, I thought it might be a thread or string left over from the packaging process. However, something made me doubt it: the object seemed to be moving, barely, as if it were breathing.
