It's watching us.
When the grandchildren are here, I put toys in the top drawer of a dresser that they use and they have fun finding odds and ends of small things. This time, I put an eye in a teacup in the drawer, but after a couple of days had passed and they hadn't looked in the drawer, I told them to go look.
The eye is icky. It's sort of sticky and it squishes. So of course, one of the grandchildren (I'm not saying who; I'm protecting the identity of the guilty.) threw it against a wall and it stuck. That prompted said child to toss the eye to the ceiling---two stories above the family room. And there it remains, keeping watch over us. We could reach it using a yardstick while standing in the hallway on the second floor.