I found strange little white balls in my 15-year-old son’s backpack: he says they’re just candies, but I don’t believe him…
When I was cleaning out my fifteen-year-old son’s school bag in the evening, I wasn’t expecting anything unusual. I just wanted to throw out the trash and tidy up, because he always throws his bag in a corner with a “I’ll deal with it later” attitude. But this time, under the books, my hand touched a dense, crumpled white paper bundle.
At first, I really thought it was just a piece of trash. The paper was crumpled as if it had been hurriedly hidden, just to avoid drawing attention. I was about to toss it into the bin when I suddenly felt that something was inside. I carefully unfolded the paper—and froze.
Inside were white balls, or rather, perfectly oval shapes—smooth, strange, almost artificial. They weren’t completely identical, but very similar to each other. White, matte, with an unpleasant, slightly raw smell that immediately put me off. They definitely weren’t dragees, not pills, and not ordinary candies.
At that moment, my son walked into the room. I showed him what I had found and asked what it was. He flinched at first, then quickly looked away and, far too calmly, said they were just candies he got from the boys in the neighboring class.
From his tone, I knew immediately he was lying. He said it too casually, as if he had rehearsed his answer, hoping I wouldn’t ask further.
I picked up one of the white balls between my fingers and examined it carefully. It did not look like candy at all. There was no sugar in it, no sweet smell, and even the usual hard coating was missing.
By then, I couldn’t hold back. I took a towel and gently pressed it to see what was inside. The shell cracked, and in that instant, I felt an icy cold.
Inside wasn’t what I had feared, but it was far from reassuring—it was even more terrifying.
They were eggs. Real eggs from a creature. I couldn’t even speak at first; I just looked at my son, and he understood that there was no point in hiding the truth any longer.
It turned out that he hadn’t given these eggs to the boys in the neighboring class by accident. One of them raised lizards at home, and as it later turned out, had been bringing their eggs to school for a long time.
He had told some classmates about them, shown them to others, and even sold some. For teenagers, all of this seemed like unusual fun. My son got involved too.
He was curious about how a little creature would hatch from an egg and decided to raise them at home without telling anyone.
He admitted that he wanted to hide the eggs in his room and wait for something to hatch. He had already read online about how to provide warmth, where to place the eggs, and how to feed the little ones later.
He told all of this with a strange enthusiasm, as if it were an innocent experiment rather than living reptiles that could appear in our house at any moment. 😨😨😨😨😨😨🦖🦖🦖🦖🦖🦖
