It crawled from the dark, hidden depths of the the dryer..

Back from where the stray socks wander astray, starry eyed- looking for a new beginning, they emerge as MonStErs, forever changed, tired of being walked all over! They scramble out from your drawers, hungry and hunting for human feet...

Alright. Maybe I was drinking and sewing, mumbling and laughing to myself like a drunken, twisted homemaking sock fiend.