My daughter, who eats her favorite chocolate ice cream nearly every day after school, opened it today.
The silky coating of chocolate on top, the sweet scent, and the crunchy cone all appeared to be typical. However, a few seconds later, I heard her say, startled:
— “Look at this, Mom!”
As I got closer, I noticed something odd within, something dark, like caramel or a piece of packing. We initially believed it to be a minor flaw, then speculated that it might have been a piece of chocolate. However, my inquisitive daughter chose to use her spoon to gently prod it.
She let out a scream a second later. Below the chocolate, we observedWhen I recognized what it was, I was appalled.The first comment contains the specifics.
There was a tiny body with pincers and a tail within the ice cream. It was a scorpion. A dead one, but a real one. It was a baby, based on its size.
We stopped. How it got in there was the first question that sprung to mind. Perhaps it took place when the ice cream was placed into the cones at the factory. Or worse, later — trapped in the delectable concoction?
We were afraid and disgusted. My daughter’s hands were shaking so much that she was unable to even look at the ice cream. I snapped a picture right away and complained to the manufacturer.
Now, I get uncomfortable just thinking about ice cream. Because you never know what could be beneath that flawless chocolate coating.
