Houdini was a famous escape artist that was famous for getting out of impossible situations such as locked chains and closed chambers.
I think my socks are even more talented than Houdini at making escapes. I can count 6 black socks, 3 mated pairs, put them in with a load of clothes in the washer. Whenever the washer stops I put the ENTIRE load into the dryer which is immediately above my washer. Whenever the dryer timer sounds, I remove all the clothes and put them in a basket, carry to my made bed and dump them out to sort and fold. I fold all the clothes and mate the socks, but there is one of them missing. Only five socks. I retrace my steps to the dryer and look carefully inside. Empty. I remove the lint trap, it is full of lint but no sock. Then I reach into the washer and turn the gyrator and feel underneath. I even shine a flashlight inside, to no avail. Nothing. My sock must have escaped to Houdini heaven where all errant socks dance and laugh at us. At least every six months this ritual is repeated. Maybe the sock manufacturers pay a reward to Houdini Heaven since someone has to replace the missing argyle.