Man Finds Thousands Of Eggs Under His Porch, Then Hears Something Move Inside

Fond memories

The days rolled on, but the memory lingered. Every time Ben passed the porch, his eyes drifted down, half-expecting to see pale eggs tucked beneath the boards again. The space looked empty, ordinary. Yet he couldn’t shake the image of that night—the swarm, the reunion, the impossible scale of it all. It had left an imprint. Life returned to its routines, but Ben’s mind often wandered back to those extraordinary days.