The Ricker loves velcro.

Really, he LOVES velcro. It's everywhere in his house. He uses it to keep cabinets shut and keys where they belong. He also uses it to fix clothing. The inside of his cars have plenty of velcro--velcro notepads, velcro on the sun visors and even velcro in the car's cubbys (just the soft side).

I also learned (the hard way) that the Ricker used velcro to hang paintings. I made the mistake of leaving him home alone at my old condo, right after I had painted the walls. The circuit breaker in the condo was in the kitchen, and I had hung a framed black board over it to hide it. However, because of the handle on the breaker door, the board didn't hang flush--which is one of the Ricker's pet peeves.

He found some velcro in my tool box, in a bag full of nails and random stuff that he had given me when I moved out. He then velcroed the bottom of the frame to the freshly painted wall. The next time I removed the black board, the velcro held and proceeded to peel layers of paint off the wall.

That was the last time I left him alone in my house without a project.