One habit of mine that Shane absolutely hates is that 50% of the time one might refer to the end of the world in conversation, I like to playfully use “Ragnarok“, rather than the standard “armageddon”. It’s rarely appropriate, but it amuses me a good bit (even more once I discovered that it annoys Shane.)
As for the mold tree? What Shane discovered that day in his bedroom was truly a sight to behold. I guess moisture from the window had trapped itself between the wall and a large pad of paper wrapped in plastic or something, and many months later: The Yggdrasil of Mold.