Uncover the Secret Delicacy Hidden Beneath Our Feet: The Surprising Truth About Eating Around Worms
We dropped the frozen fish into an old plastic grocery bag, the kind reused until it finally tore. Nothing out here was single-use. Everything had another purpose waiting.
The hole kept trying to close. Every few minutes, we shattered the forming ice again, pushing slush aside with our boots and tools, reopening the dark water beneath. It felt less like fishing and more like holding a door open against something determined to shut it.
My fingers ached even inside my gloves, a deep warning pain that pulsed with each movement. But the bag was growing heavier, and that was what mattered.
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