Maybe it happened at the factory, when the ice cream was poured into the cones? Or, even worse, later — frozen inside the sweet mixture?

We felt disgust and fear. My daughter couldn’t even look at the ice cream anymore — her hands were trembling. I immediately took a photo and sent a complaint to the manufacturer.

Now, even the thought of ice cream makes me feel uneasy. Because you never know what might be hiding beneath that perfect layer of chocolate…