You know how it goes. You put your laundry in the washer. You have 16 socks, an 8 even pairs, and you go on your merry way, content to assume that your socks will be eagerly anticipating removal from the washer, all present and ready to be dried. You gently remove said socks (and probably a bunch of other clothes too, because who just washes 8 socks) and place them in the dryer, content that your socks will soon be toasty warm... and yes, all accounted for.
It isn't until you fold your laundry that you realize something is severely amiss. You fold the 7th pair of socks, only to discover that you have one remaining. One sock. Not one pair. One sock. Just one.
I have long wondered where these socks disappear to. Today, I caught the culprit red handed:
Ta-dah. This little munchkin is probably sneaking into your house and stealing your socks. Maybe no. She isn't very good at sneaking. Something about a lack of thumbs.