The way I heard it, they were the legendary Lost Tribe, so called because in their roamings, they never knew where they were. “Where the Fakawi?” they would ask one another, scanning an unfamiliar horizon.
I wonder about that. They seem to reproduce and proliferate in my closet from day to day, and I could build a hurricane fence with the ones I haven’t thrown away yet. And the laundry places don’t want them back.
You tell ‘em, Pedmar! I think I’ll call him Phil.