This morning, I stepped out onto my porch to enjoy a cup of coffee and discovered this on the ground.

It looked wrong—unnatural. My mind raced with impossible thoughts. Was it alive? Watching me? I slowly stepped back, afraid to get any closer.

When the first wave of fear passed, curiosity crept in. I grabbed my phone and zoomed in, unwilling to approach. The texture looked raw and torn, disturbingly organic.

It didn’t resemble anything familiar. Not continue reading …