We froze, stunned. The first question that hit me was how on earth could it have ended up there? Maybe it happened at the factory while filling the cones? Or, worse, maybe it got in afterward and froze inside the dessert?
We were sickened and horrified. My daughter couldn’t even look at the cone anymore her hands trembled. I quickly took photos and filed a complaint with the company.
Now, even the thought of ice cream makes me uneasy. You never really know what might be hiding beneath that perfect, glossy layer of chocolate.
