When we are doubtful about something, sure enough, most of us turn to the Internet to seek answers.
When a mom named Kelli Tarin spotted strange droppings at her daughter’s bedroom, she was left puzzled. As she had no idea what those droppings that kept appearing over and over again might be, she turned to the Facebook group Homemaking Tips and asked if anyone has ever seen anything similar.
She explained that she and her family moved into a new home in Texas and both she and her landlord turned to every pest control business they could think of, but no one was able to identify the droppings.
“Anyone know what this could be? I have found two piles of these. Only in my daughters room. I clean it almost every day. This Is something that happened QUICK,” she wrote alongside a photo of a pile of what she described as looking like “coffee grounds.”
Many were quick to share their theories. “I can’t really tell but I’m being so honest if there little ‘flying ants’ their a type of termites. I had them in my first house as an ‘adult’ and they would pop up and I’d vacuum them, and then they’d pop right back up,” someone wrote.
Another person suggested it could be “rat poop,” and a third suggested placing a camera in order to see where those droppings were coming from.
Kelli explained that she had revised all of the Internet users’ suggestions, and it wasn’t any of the potential pests as she went through the list, which included mice, roaches, and bats.
“We called TWO pest control companies yesterday. Literally BOTH of them said they have never seen anything like this. Ever,” she wrote. “If it were terminates, they said the droppings or whatever they leave behind is completely different. What’s left behind is literally crunchy. Almost seed like. It’s very strange.”
The mystery was finally solved when a comment under Kelli’s post caught her attention.
“I red [sic] a comment from someone that said their kids lavender bear busted opened and this was inside. Sure enough, when I picked up toys from here, there was a lavender blush [sic] bear in the pile.”
She was curious to take a peek inside her daughter’s bear through a hole she noticed. “I poured out the contents and these beads were inside!!!😂😂I have laughed for 30 mins. Imagine my relief.”
We are glad she has finally figured it all out and got rid of the strange droppings.
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My Blood Ran Cold When I Opened My Husband’s Drawer the Day After Moving In
Freya was excited to start her new life as a newlywed and moved into her husband George’s family estate. However, a warning from Valerie, the maid, about George’s secret life quickly shattered their vows.
Brimming with post-wedding joy, I moved into my husband’s enchanting family home, complete with high ceilings, arches, fountains, and flowers everywhere.
George had wanted me to settle in before we left for our honeymoon in the South of France.
Yet, things weren’t as perfect as they seemed. From the start, the maid, Valerie, gave me looks that seemed to say, “You don’t belong here.” I tried to shake it off, determined to stay. Valerie would have to get used to it.
A few days into moving in, I decided to make breakfast for my new family. The house was massive, and George’s younger siblings still lived at home, so I prepared a large meal.
Valerie watched me closely in the kitchen, making me nervous. When I reached for my phone to look up egg recipes, it was missing.
“Have you seen my phone?” I asked Valerie, certain it had been on the table in front of her.
Valerie barely glanced at me and shook her head.
“I’d hurry up with the breakfast if I were you,” she said coldly. “The family expects it on the table before they come downstairs.”
Taking her advice, I finished the breakfast as Valerie left the kitchen.
I eventually found my phone on the seat Valerie had just vacated. The message on the screen turned my world upside down:
Check your husband’s drawer. The top left one, specifically. Then RUN!
My heart pounding, I made my way to our bedroom, the warning replaying in my mind. Valerie had tidied the room and folded our clothes from the night before.
I hesitated before opening the drawer, dreading what I might find. What secrets was George hiding?
Inside, I found a stack of letters tied with a faded ribbon and an old key. The letters, written by my husband, were to someone named Elena.
I sat on our bed and read through them all — each letter spoke of a love and future he promised to someone else.
With each word, my heart shattered. The last letter was a goodbye, dated just three days before George proposed to me.
And the key?
“Do you know what this key is for?” I asked Ivy, George’s younger sister, when it didn’t fit any locks in our room.
“Oh, I think it’s for the attic,” she said, inspecting the key. “It has to be; that was George’s favorite room. It’s always been so dark and drafty to me. I haven’t been there in years.”
I found my way to the attic. It was just as dark and drafty as Ivy had said.
But when I turned on the light, I was horrified.
The walls were covered in photographs of George and a woman — presumably Elena. Their love was evident in every picture, mocking me and our marriage.
I collapsed into the only armchair in the room, overwhelmed. Then I saw an ultrasound on the wall beneath a photograph of George and Elena dancing in a courtyard.
George and Elena had been expecting a baby. Of course, they had.
How had he hidden this from me for so long?
I examined each photograph, grappling with the reality that George had abandoned Elena and their unborn child.
“Freya?” came a soft voice from the doorway.
“Valerie,” I said, suddenly cautious.
“You weren’t supposed to find out this way,” she said sympathetically.
“You knew about this?” I asked, unsure how to react.
She nodded slowly.
“Elena is my sister. She thought you deserved to know the truth. She gave me the letters, and I put them in George’s drawer this morning.”
“And the baby?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Valerie leaned against the wall and explained. When the family was planning their Christmas party two years ago, Valerie had asked Elena to help with the cleaning.
“They immediately hit it off and fell in love. But when Elena found out she was pregnant and that the baby had Down syndrome, George didn’t want to be involved.”
Valerie explained that George had wanted to marry Elena out of love, but when he learned about the baby’s condition, he saw them as a burden.
“He promised to fight for her with his family, but everything changed.”
We then went to the living room where the family was gathered — George was absent. I told his parents about the letters and the attic full of photographs.
Valerie revealed everything about Elena and her baby.
When we finished, George walked in, clearly having overheard the conversation.
“Is this true?” his father demanded.
George’s silence was a damning admission.
His family quickly disowned him. George was cut off, and his inheritance was redirected to support Elena and her unborn child.
As for me?
I was granted a swift divorce — George didn’t even contest it, broken by the loss of his wealth. My ex-in-laws gave me a fresh start with assets initially meant for George.
I sold some of the assets and founded an organization to support children with disabilities, ensuring Elena’s baby was well cared for. Valerie manages the foundation with input from me and George’s mother, who cut ties with her son the moment she learned about the baby.
What would you have done if you were in my shoes?
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