These aren’t seeds… Look, are they… moving? We got closer and felt our blood run cold. Those “seeds” were indeed moving. Small, almost transparent spheres with dark dots inside… They were eggs. Some kind of insect’s eggs. Right there, in the food. First came the shock, then the screams. The waiters rushed over, trying to explain, but we were already calling an ambulance. We had no idea what creature had laid those eggs, or whether we’d eaten any. My friend began to panic, out of fear or nausea.
At the hospital, they examined us, ran tests, prescribed medication “just in case,” and told us to monitor our symptoms. As for the restaurant, we filed a complaint, of course. They tried to justify it with a “technical error” or “spoiled ingredients from a supplier,” but it didn’t matter. After a dinner like that, our trust was lost. Since then, every time I see chia seeds, I remember that evening.
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