Banned for old socks.... like phew, they should have their own postal code on a remote planet in a distant galaxy of an alternate universe far-flung from our own.
Maybe then, and only then, will the human race, not to mention all other living things on Earth, have a snowball in hell's chance of surviving your apocalyptic socks.
I mean, have you never wondered why you could never get a dog to fetch yer slippers?