A scorpion.
It wasn’t alive, but it was unmistakable. Even frozen and coated in chocolate, its shape was clear enough to make anyone’s blood run cold.
Then the questions hit all at once:
How could this have happened? Did it get into the ice cream during production? Could it have fallen in later, somehow making its way through packaging and freezing?
My daughter’s face went pale. She dropped the cone onto the counter, her hands trembling. “Mom,” she whispered, “was that inside the ice cream the whole time?”
I didn’t know what to say.
From Shock to Action
After the initial disbelief wore off, instinct kicked in. I grabbed my phone, took several photos, and carefully sealed the cone in a plastic bag. Then I called the company’s customer service line.
The representative on the other end sounded as shocked as I was. She asked me to send the photos and details — the store where we’d bought it, the batch number printed on the wrapper, and the date. She promised an investigation would begin immediately.
Still, the damage was done. My daughter pushed away her snack, her appetite gone. “I don’t want ice cream anymore,” she said softly.
I couldn’t blame her.
The Unsettling Questions
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