Mother asks internet for help after finding mysterious piles of ‘brown bits’ in daughter’s bedroom

Believe it or not the internet can be used for good.

Take for example Kelli Tarin. She was faced with a potential pest issue so she turned to the Facebook for help. The mother of three received thousands of comments ranging from those wanting to help to those who just wanted to stay updated on her situation

In the end, she found her answer, but not before having a big ol’ laugh.

Keep reading to see what the mysterious pile was.

In August 2023, Tarin took to the Homemaking Tips Facebook group to ask fellow members for some help.

She and her family had recently moved into a rental property in west Texas, and they encountered something that had her constantly contacting the landlord and every pest control company she could think of.

“Anyone know what this could be? I have found two piles of these. Only in my daughters room. I clean it almost every day. This Is something that happened QUICK,” she wrote alongside a photo of a pile of what she described as looking like “coffee grounds.”

Her post gained a lot of attention with many attempting to solve her problem.

“Put a camera up and see how it’s getting there,” one person suggested.

“I can’t really tell but I’m being so honest if there little ‘flying ants’ their a type of termites. I had them in my first house as an ‘adult’ and they would pop up and I’d vacuum them, and then they’d pop right back up,” someone else offered.

Meanwhile another person simple suggested it was “rat poop.”

As people continued to offer suggestion after suggestion, Tarin updated her original post.

She said for the time being she wasn’t letting her daughter sleep in her bedroom.

“We called TWO pest control companies yesterday. Literally BOTH of them said they have never seen anything like this. Ever,” she wrote. “If it were terminates, they said the droppings or whatever they leave behind is completely different. What’s left behind is literally crunchy. Almost seed like. It’s very strange.”

As Tarin ran through the list of possible pests – bats, roaches, and mice – she logically explained why it wasn’t any of them. Although she did find mice as the culprit “believable,” she knew the piles of brown bits were not mouse droppings.

Even though she had pest control and her landlord come out to her property it wasn’t until she read a comment under her Facebook post that she began to question things a little more carefully.

“I red [sic] a comment from someone that said they kids lavender bear busted opened and this was inside. Sure enough, when I picked up toys from here, there was a lavender blush [sic] bear in the pile.”

Tarin picked up the bear and immediately threw it away, believing it was “infested.”

But then curiosity took over and she took another look at the bear. The stuffed animal had a hole in it.

“I poured out the contents and these beads were inside!!!??I have laughed for 30 mins. Imagine my relief.?☠️

Oh my gosh. What a roller coaster of a story!

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