Normally, this post would be on my writerly journal. Only, I was looking over the blog posts I had turned into a book from this very blog not too long ago when I was unsure if I would be able to keep the blog. Long story there. At any rate, I had rambled about the little people and then mentioned the ones who eat socks in the washer. Well, this brought up the memory of the time my sis and I lived in the same house. Laundry day. Sis was transferring the clothes to the dryer.
"Hey. You know, there really are creatures who eat socks. Look at this."
I ran to the laundry room to see her holding up a sock that was definitely chewed upon. I shook my head with a raised eyebrow. (This is the sister who can't resist the Gullible sign on my forehead.)
"Really. I just took it out of there."
I kept one eye upon her countenance as I took the few steps over to the washer. One never knows with her. She can keep a serious look upon her face until the Gullible sign has lit up and she knows she has pulled the latest and greatest of her career. I look into the washer, not knowing what to expect.
It was empty.
I wonder. She is still examining the sock. I ponder.
"I had to pull this out of there. Whatever it was, it had a hold on the sock."
My eyebrow raised again. Does she not remember that I've watched her as she's planned things for others who also have Gullible written on their foreheads?
I reach into the machine to check it out. I had to. I could see nothing there. I take the agitator off to look. Yes, there are bits of thread hanging. I finally believe her. She still has the puzzled look on her face.
And thus the reason for my post. I think about that ever so often. Was that a shining example of her cleverness and she giggles to herself when she thinks upon it? Or is there really a creature who eats socks?