Finding things in our houses that don’t seem to have a clear reason why is never very enjoyable.
I don’t know about you, but as soon as I see a mark on the wall that wasn’t there before or even the tiniest hint of an odd scent, I start to worry about whether it will get worse and whether it will ultimately cost me money to remedy.
I can therefore relate to an internet user who purportedly became alarmed when she noticed that black spots were mysteriously appearing in her kitchen.
It goes without saying that odd markings or inexplicable finds in the kitchen of all places can frequently raise concerns.
This is the room of your home where food is prepared, so naturally, you want to be completely in charge of everything that happens there.
However, one homeowner could not figure out the reason for a string of odd black dots she kept discovering.”Is there anyone who knows what these points could be?” She posted a question in the “WeLoveMrsHinch” Facebook page.
“They started off on the kitchen tiles and this morning they ended up on top of the PC we keep in the kitchen.”
Though the responses weren’t perhaps what she was hoping for, she was fortunate that other Facebook users were able to provide her with a conclusive response.
As you look over it, you’ll undoubtedly see a spider, someone commented on her post.
Another user said, “This time of year, spiders pooping everywhere happens a lot.”
Spiders “don’t leave solid droppings; instead, their droppings are thick and liquid,” resembling dark ink stains that frequently occur on walls and other surfaces, according to the Pest Guidance website.
According to the website, “their faeces look like splats or drips in the shades of black, brown, white, or grey.”
“Depending on the species, the color or type of feces varies, but you can generally anticipate dark splats or drips.”
“The combination of food and other waste materials released from the spider’s body is represented in these droppings.”
To be sure, I had no idea what spider droppings were. Did you?
My mother abandoned me in a cardboard box at a supermarket when I was an infant — two decades later, she reached out to me for assistance
Sue was left in a cardboard box as a small child. Luckily, a store clerk took her home and changed the course of her entire life. Now, in the form of an unexpected knock at the door, Sue has to face her past and the disappointment that comes with it. Is this a grand reunion or the biggest disappointment of Sue’s life?
I was left in a cardboard box in a supermarket twenty years ago. I was just a few months old, and all I had to my name were a few photos of my mother and a note.
The note read: I will always love you, Sue.
Nobody knew my surname or whether I had a middle name. Nobody seemed to know my mother or what had happened to my father. I was all alone in a world that didn’t know anything about me.
But even then, at a few months old, I seemed to be fortune’s fool. I was found by a kind store clerk, Ruby, who took me in.
“I couldn’t leave you there, Sue,” she would say whenever the story came up. “I became your guardian shortly after and raised you as my own. You became my little bug.”
Ruby was everything to me. And as I grew, the closer we became.
I was forever grateful that she gave me everything I needed. But still, I never stopped wondering why my mother left me and if she would ever come back.
“I know that it bothers you, darling,” Ruby told me one day as she made lasagna for dinner. “But she’s an enigma now. We have nothing that could lead us to her.”
“I know,” I said, grating more cheese for when the dish was ready. “It’s just frustrating when I start thinking about it.”
“You love the internet, you love social media, Sue. Use it, share your story, maybe it will resonate with people, and you can connect with others just like you.”
She opened the oven and put the tray of lasagna inside.
So I did just that, and I became a well-known video blogger, sharing my story with the world.
“You’ve created a safe platform for people to share their stories, too,” Ruby told me when I read comments from my latest video to her.
“It means something to me,” I said, helping myself to the eclairs on the table.
Fast forward to the present. I am successful and able to provide for myself and my guardian.
“So much for being an abandoned baby,” I said to myself as I washed my face one night.
But imagine my surprise when an unexpected knock on my door changed everything.
I opened the door to find a frail, older woman standing there, her eyes filled with regret and desperation.
“Sue, darling,” she said. “I am your mother, and I need your help!”
I just looked at her, unable to blink for fear of missing the moment.
“Do you still have the note I left with you when I left you safely in the store?”
Safely? I thought to myself. I stood there, paralyzed by the flood of emotions that had come in when she entered my home.
“Yes, I have it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I kept it.”
“I know I have no right to ask for your help after what I did, but I need you to believe me when I say I had no choice back then. I was running from a dangerous situation. And I thought leaving you in a safe place was the only way to protect you. I needed to disappear.”
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