My little sister hates feet. And socks. And anything foot related, really. Even her own feet and own socks.
She does this thing where she hides all her dirty socks in discreet piles here and there. Sometimes she hides them so discreetly that she forgets about them. It's quite endearing.
I just found a sock-pile from this weekend. She hung out at my place and took care of all the critters while I was down in Portland, and I guess she missed this pile when she packed up to leave. Ah, Mary, Mary.