I spent a few years living in the bush around NZ. Checking my socks before putting them on was a necessity in some bush camps. Usually quite harmless, weta can be fearsome biters if harassed.
A foot going into an unchecked sock will do it. [biggrin]
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Wow, rainbow socks, eh!
Just perfect for a politically correct hand puppet! If I had only one, it would be on my right hand and named 'Dextrous'. If I had two socks, the second, on my left hand, would be named 'Ambi'.
Those names shouldn't offend anyone. Nothing like the abhorrence of 'Punch and Judy'!
Just plain old World-famous-in-NZ woolen Norsewear Farm Fleck socks. Walking man socks. Not urban footpath loafer socks. Socks for boots and river crossings and mud and miles and miles of up and down hills all day every day. After a winter season wandering around in them all day they were usually darned socks with patches the colour of the cheapest thick wool yarn I could grab from the local haberdashery shop. Sometimes I had to darn patches on top of patches.
Sometimes those darned socks could stand on their own after a season of my care and washing...[biggrin]
FARM FLECK SOCKS – Norsewear.co.nz
Or lack of care and washing?