It’s a bird, it’s a plane… it’s Sock Woman!
She hides in the most unlikely of places, amongst the detritus of a University student.
She only comes out in the wee hours of the night, when the roommates are asleep and reruns of the Bachelor are on.
No one knows if she is real, or if she is just a midterm-crazed student with a bad case of “just one more row” syndrome.
Last night she paid a visit to the third house on the left. She left the evidence of her progress strewn among genetics assignments and grocery lists.
She finished the heel flap. Turned the heel. Most of the gusset.
Only you can guess when and where Sock Woman will strike again.