Sock Curse

Why is it so hard for me to keep socks in my possession?


Rephrasing that question...Why is it so hard to keep both socks in a pair? I swear the washer eats them.  I wanted to know if this myth was true, so naturally I googled it. These were the responses that came up:


-"Yes they do. Have you ever seen your lint trap after just one load? No WAY that much lint is created. The machine is programmed to grab a sock and reduce it to lint." 
-"Yes. In the washer they go over the top and down behind the drum and in the dryer they go down the exhaust, which could cause a fire." This may be a totally smart alecky comment, but it still worries me. 
-"I’m sure there must be a scientific explanation, but for now I simply conclude that washing machines don’t really eat socks…they merely borrow them for a while."
-"Sock heaven."
-"There's a Bermuda Triangle for socks."
-"Socks are made specifically to disappear, or there’s a conspiracy between the weavers of socks and appliance manufacturers."

All valid answers, but I actually think that there is a monster inside the washer that only comes alive while it's on (that also explains the loud noises). This monster loves socks, especially really cute ones that are super comfy and warm. He eats them, simple as that. I don't know why people are inventing these ridiculous theories about disappearing socks, because the answer is clear, and it's right under our noses. 

My unmatched socks from this week. 

While we're on the subject I want to take a moment and brag about the fact that I managed to keep every single sock matched with its partner during the entire 4 months I spent in Ecuador. I came home with all matched pairs of socks and no odd socks. Conclusion: the sock monster is American. Either that or Ecuadorian sock monsters don't like my socks.