We thought we were just going to have a nice evening. Two girlfriends, a cozy little restaurant in the city center, some quinoa, a lot of chatting, and that sweet feeling of disconnection. But what was supposed to be a quiet dinner turned into a scene worthy of a thriller. And let’s just say that since that day, we haven’t looked at our plates the same way.
An appetizing salad… but one detail intrigues
Everything seemed perfect. The atmosphere, the music, the beautifully presented plates. My friend, a fan of balanced recipes, had chosen an avocado-quinoa salad. It was just as she was about to take a bite that her expression changed.
“Do you see that?” she asked me, pointing to her fork, suspended between the plate and her mouth. Little black dots. Tiny. Too regular to be random, but discreet enough to go unnoticed. At the time, we thought they were chia seeds. After all, they’re trendy, right? But something was wrong. That feeling of doubt quickly turned into unease.
When doubt gives way to astonishment
And then… they moved. Yes, these “seeds” weren’t still. Upon closer inspection, they were translucent, like tiny bubbles with a dark dot inside. Insect eggs?! More precisely, bedbug eggs of a very rare species. Our blood ran cold. One of those surreal moments when everything seems unreal, except our instincts screaming, “This isn’t normal.”
The staff arrived as soon as we called them. They, too, turned pale. The dishes were immediately removed. The explanations came thick and fast: “storage problem,” “questionable product from the supplier,” “isolated incident.” But at that point, no one was listening anymore. We just wanted to leave. And quickly.
Emergencies, precautions and delayed stress
Off to the emergency room. Not because of an immediate discomfort, but as a precautionary measure. The doctors were reassuring: tests, examinations, preventive treatment. Nothing to worry about at the time. But the anxiety doesn’t disappear with the snap of a finger. It’s not so much the fear of having swallowed something suspicious that bothers me, but rather the feeling of having been betrayed by what should have been a moment of pleasure.
