It all started on a regular Tuesday morning. I had just stumbled into the kitchen, barely awake, with coffee still brewing, when I saw something that made me stop in my tracks. There on the wall, tucked into a corner near the ceiling, was a weird pink blob. It was about eight centimeters long, shaped sort of like a crooked sausage or a bent pussy willow, with a crusty, almost foamy texture. It looked glued into place as if it had just sprouted overnight.

At first glance—before caffeine, mind you—I genuinely thought it might be some kind of dried-up candy or even a rogue shrimp. I know that sounds ridiculous, but in that foggy, pre-caffeine moment, logic wasn’t exactly my strong suit. Naturally, panic followed confusion. I did what any normal person would do in this age of uncertainty—I posted a picture on Reddit. The internet, as usual, didn’t disappoint. Theories rolled in like a tsunami. Some users swore it was insulation foam that had somehow pushed its way out through a crack in the wall. Others were certain it was a bug casing, while a few got a little wild and claimed it was alien larvae or the start of an interdimensional portal. I mean, you’ve got to appreciate the creativity.

But here’s what made it truly puzzling: the thing didn’t smell, didn’t move, and didn’t feel like anything organic. And yet, it didn’t seem entirely artificial either. There was no hole above it, no visible seam or damage nearby. It just… appeared, like it had a purpose or a message and then forgot what it came to say. The whole situation was unsettling enough that I messaged my landlord. He showed up not long after, cool as a cucumber, acting as if this bizarre growth on the wall was just part of an ordinary Tuesday. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t analyze it. He didn’t wear gloves. He just walked right up to the mysterious pink blob, pulled out a disinfectant wipe, and swiped it away. There was a noticeable crunch as it came off. I winced.

He didn’t. “It’s probably just some sealing foam,” he said nonchalantly. “If it comes back, give me a call.” And just like that, the mystery was erased—at least physically. No real explanation, no concern, just a casual smirk and the faint scent of Lysol hanging in the air. Typical landlord energy. But what was it really? Most likely, it was old expanding insulation foam that had been poorly installed years ago and had just now decided to puff out of a hidden seam or crack in the wall. Maybe it was the aftermath of a forgotten patch job, or perhaps some ghost foam from a screw hole that had once held up a hook or a handle. Still, a part of me can’t shake the feeling that it could have been something stranger—maybe a long-abandoned insect nest, or some kind of mutant fungus that never finished growing.

The truth is, I still don’t know for sure. I’ve got the photos and a slightly too-clean corner of my kitchen to remember it by. So, what should you do if you ever come across a suspicious pink substance mysteriously growing from your wall? Here’s my totally unprofessional but hard-earned advice: first, don’t touch it with your bare hands, especially if you don’t know what it is. Take clear photos from different angles in case it vanishes before you get a second opinion. Look around the area for possible sources—holes, screws, cracks, anything that might have allowed it to grow or leak out. Then, contact your landlord or maintenance team. Maybe they’ll just wipe it away, but it’s always better to be cautious, especially if there’s a chance it could be mold, a pest infestation, or a chemical byproduct. If it looks at all suspicious, or if it makes a sound—especially a crunching one—don’t be shy about sharing it online. The internet might not always be right, but it sure will be entertaining. Sometimes, the weirdest surprises show up in the most mundane places. Whether it’s just some rogue foam or the start of a sci-fi horror plot, it’s always best to approach with curiosity, caution, and maybe a rubber glove or two.