While the plumbers were excavating the septic tank in the front yard, they heard a commotion and got my attention.
They lifted the lid and there before us, a whole family of sock puppets were living inside, explaining years and years of single socks disappearing from the clothes washing machine.
An argyle sock.
Several athletic socks — knee-length, ankle-length and arch support.
Twenty-six years of my dress socks forming the extended family members.
A few of my wife’s decorative leggings were used by the sock puppets as a bed.
Two pairs of tights covered the bed to keep condensation from dripping down on the comfy puppets.
Another mystery solved!