I Thought It Was a Piece of Trash on the Bathroom Floor – Until It Moved
And then I saw it.
A slight movement.
It was subtle—so subtle that I almost convinced myself I had imagined it.
But then it moved again.
My stomach dropped.
It wasn’t a piece of trash.
It wasn’t rubber.
It wasn’t some random object that had fallen onto the floor.
It was alive.
I immediately stepped back.
For a moment, I just stood there, trying to process what I had seen.
The realization was somehow worse than the uncertainty.
Because now I had a new question:
This evening, I walked into my girlfriend’s bathroom and spotted this on the floor. I’ve been sitting here for 30 minutes, staring at it and trying to work out what it is.
What exactly was it?
I didn’t want to touch it.
I didn’t want to get any closer.
So I did what most people would probably do in that situation—I started searching for answers.
I took a closer look from a distance and compared what I was seeing with pictures online. I searched descriptions of dark, soft-bodied creatures that could
appear in damp environments.
The more images I looked at, the more familiar the shape became.
And then I found it.
A leech.
My heart sank.
A leech.
A small, blood-feeding creature that I had always associated with ponds, streams, muddy water, and places far away from an ordinary bathroom.
Yet there it was.
On the floor.
Inside the room I had considered completely safe and familiar.
Suddenly, all of my earlier thoughts came rushing back.
The damp floor.
The drain.
The pipes.
The water.
I started wondering where it had come from.
