You have no idea. This is the God's honest truth...at least seven remote controls. Pencils. Pens. He figured out how to escape his cage and every time he got out he went after stuff he saw us use. We'd come in and see remote control buttons laying all over the floor. He loved to sneak up to people who were laying on the couch, climb up and spread his wings and go "Haaaaaahhhhhh" like a vampire or something. Scared the poo out of the uninitiated. We used to have this routine for guests. We'd let him out and I would make him chase me around the room. I was like a bullfighter because he was so mad if he ever got a hold of me I'd probably be in the hospital with huge beak wounds to my feet and legs. They don't really walk so much as hop around, and he had his feathers up so he looked like an Indian chief.
That bird had more personality than any other pet I've ever seen, but it was just too much. We ended up giving him to some sanctuary. He probably bit someone and had to be put down. He bit every female he could.