I have in my hand a piece of paper.
I don’t, but this is the medium-large co-signee of a deal conceived and written entirely in my mind. You stay up there, I’ll stay down here, and we won’t bother each other too much.
So far this particular individual has stayed way above my stairway. Even if I wanted to crush it, I couldn’t. I have nothing long enough to poke up that high. Hence the mold/rot in the corner of the wall there.
Scaryness rating: 4. Would be higher if it decided to come down and lurk at head height.