No. There is none. Really. I thought I had it in the bag — hopping from step stool, to countertop, to inside window ledge with Spider-Man-like agility. Alas it was fake! I guess anyone can step up and down. But I didn’t hear all the creaking that my joints usually do, so I was over confident. Now it’s the a.m. and e- v -e -r- y- t- h- I- n- g aches. Spiderman I am not. Hurt-cules is more like it. Ha!