It was a hot August day when I discovered melted pink Silly Putty hanging like stalactites from the ceiling of my daughter's room. Everywhere. Evidently, my son and daughter thought it would be fun to throw gobs of the stuff up at the ceiling to see if it would stick. TWELVE times. Exactly 12 -- I know because I scraped and scrubbed exactly 12 spots. I didn't see the spots until several hours later, giving the Silly Putty ample time to dry in their icicle-like formations.
Magic Eraser, you are my new best friend. Silly Putty, not so much.