If you set it next to a Tylenol capsule, the pain reliever would be slightly larger. It's made out of porcelain, and is hand-painted, but could be knocked over by a slight breeze. So far, I haven't managed to lose it. It's been in every house I've lived in, but I've never put it anywhere that it calls attention to itself. Wherever I've placed it, it's gone unnoticed by most people, even the folks I've lived with.
Nobody picks it up and plays with it, or comments on it at all.
I got it in 1985, when I first met Brian. He had become friends with Liza, my best friend from high school. They were in chorus together, and he made a big deal out of the fact that he got my old blazer, from when I was in chorus the year before. She poked and prodded him until he admitted that he had a crush on me, and she pushed the two of us together whenever we had drama class or hung out in the McDonald's parking lot after rehearsals. I laughed at him and picked the left hand.