Socks

I leave socks everywhere. I kick them off in bed, while sitting on my desk, on the floor after a run. My husband (well, BF at the time) made a joke that my black socks looked a lot like slugs, and christened them “foot slugs(TM)”. Now, any time they’re seen randomly on the carpet, he jokes that they’re ‘wild foot slugs’ and urges me to catch them and put them back in the cage (closet drawer) where they belong.