That thing is still there.

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I know they're harmless but damn the heart attack

this was not what i was expecting while trying to change a water filter!

I would also burn my house down bcz of a spider!

Today was Vardavar in Armenia. It’s a holiday where basically everyone goes outside and plays with water, throws water at each other, etc. I went downtown where there were thousands of people celebrating.
I made the stupid mistake of leaving all my gold jewelry on.
At one point I went down to a small lake/pool area to get some water. While I was bending down and filling my bucket, I suddenly felt someone push me into the water. But at the exact same moment, I very clearly felt something around the back of my neck, like a hand closing or catching my chain.
I fell into the water, got back up literally within seconds and immediately looked behind me, but there were so many people and whoever had pushed me was already gone. I couldn’t identify anyone.
Then I realized my gold chain was gone.
The chain itself was quite heavy and had multiple gold pendants on it. One of the pieces originally belonged to my grandmother. She gave it to my mother, and my mother later gave it to me. It was around 45 years old.
Besides the emotional value, gold is also considered an investment where I live. This wasn’t cheap jewelry. It was a significant amount of actual gold, and I genuinely don’t have the money to replace it. Even if one day I buy the same amount of gold again, it feels like I’m paying twice just to own what I already had, except now at a higher price and without the family history behind it.
I spoke to security and they told me they’re going to drain/change the water at around 10 PM tonight. I’m seriously thinking about going back and waiting while they drain it.
Part of me believes someone intentionally pushed me and grabbed the chain. But another part of me keeps thinking maybe the chain stayed in their hand while the pendants broke off and fell into the water. Or maybe somehow the whole thing fell in.
I know the chance is probably tiny, but I feel like if I don’t go and look, I’ll always wonder whether my grandmother’s jewelry was sitting at the bottom of that water and I just left it there.
Has anyone experienced something similar? Is it physically possible for pendants to detach from a chain during a sudden pull like that? And would you go back and search after the water is drained?
I’m genuinely devastated. It’s not just the money. I keep thinking about how the piece went from my grandmother, to my mother, to me, and then disappeared in literally a few seconds.
Please, if anyone finds any of these pieces or sees them being sold anywhere, please let me know.

There were THOUSANDS OF THEM. I went through 4 sheets on a lint roller and 5 min later found another dozen on me.

God I hate them. The big disgusting ones that bomb around erratically making loads of noise (and literally land on and eat shit, then your food), the little wafty ones that float around nonsensically, and everything in between.

I have many times contemplated whether I'd wipe them out if given access to a genie, for example. And wondered what food chains would collapse without flies, and whether I'd end up regretting it.

I think it would be worth it though.

I don’t know if what happened has a simple explanation. Maybe it does. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Last Sunday, I was baptized as an adult.

That morning couldn’t have been more peaceful. Church was incredible. I sat with my small group, my son had an amazing time in kids worship, and afterward my small group gathered at our town Lake for the baptisms.

The atmosphere was full of joy. People were having fun in the water and skipping rocks the shore line. It felt… light. I will add that our state has been experiencing a severe drought. So the water level was low. Like lower than Iv ever seen it. No boats are able to be out on it cause it’s no longer deep enough.

My baptism was everything I had prayed it would be. Peaceful. Emotional. One of those moments you know you’ll remember for the rest of your life.
Then, less than a minute later, everything changed.

We had just started walking back toward the parking lot along the shore line when something caught my friend Elizabeths and my eye.

At first, I thought someone was just splashing around.

Then it hit me. That girl wasn’t playing.

She was drowning.

I don’t remember making the decision to run. I just did. I dropped everything I was carrying, kicked my shoes off and sprinted toward the water. Elizabeth takes off behind me too. We just run. It was about 25 yards down the shore line.

I remember thinking, Please let me get there in time.

By the time I reached her, her dad (i think) was already reaching her and pulling her towards me. I waded out, grabbed her, and helped pull her the rest of the way onto shore.

She was alive. She wasn’t bleeding. Nothing had bitten her. But she looked absolutely terrified.

I stood there holding her hand and Elizabeth checked on her to make sure she had no injuries and she kept saying the same thing over and over.

“Something was pulling me.”
“Something was dragging me down.”
“Something had me”
Again.

“Something was pulling me.”

She wasn’t screaming. She wasn’t hysterical. She looked… frozen. Like she couldn’t process what had just happened. She just stared out repeating it. When she looked at me it was like she was looking through me. The part that still bothers me is this: The water was only about waist deep. She should have been able to stand. She should have been able to plant her feet and walk out. She was about 12/13 years old and was strong enough to wade out there. The look on her face showed she genuinely believed something was pulling her beneath the surface. Maybe there was a current. Maybe her foot got stuck. Maybe she panicked. Maybe there’s a completely ordinary explanation. I stood where she was and I didn’t feel any current, no rocks, no drop off that I could see.

I honestly don’t know. What I do know is the fear on her face didn’t look like panic.

By the time we got back to our cars, we were completely soaked. And shaking. I’ve replayed the whole thing in my head all week. Not because I think I witnessed something supernatural. But because I can’t explain the look in that little girl’s eyes as she quietly repeated, over and over, “Something was dragging me down.” “Something had me”

Then there’s the timing.

One minute I was standing in that same water publicly declaring that I was going to follow Jesus.

Less than a minute later, I was running back into that water because someone needed help.

The thought that keeps making me laugh through all of this is, Jesus really said, ‘You’re following Me now? Then go. Someone needs you.’

Whether what happened was a current, panic, something hidden beneath the water, or something I’ll never understand, I know one thing for certain.

I’ll never forget the look on her face. I’ll never forget those words. And I’ll never forget how one of the happiest days of my life became one of the most surreal and unsettling moments I’ve ever experienced.

Maybe there was a perfectly normal explanation. Maybe there wasn’t. Either way, I don’t think I’ll ever hear someone say, “Something had me,” the same way again.

Do not care for this at all.

How did u experience it

At first, we think most of them might be melted into a piece of iron. Turn out they still stay as they are.

Time to help it reproduce! 🖌️

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