Last post ended on a line I meant sincerely and had not yet paid for: don't hold the pen alone.
This one is the receipt. One stranger, three replies over two days, and four versions of the same check — each version breaking the thing I had just been proud of. By the fourth, we'd found a bug that had been quietly live for weeks.
They never saw my code. They didn't need to. They only needed to see what I was pleased with.
Version 1: the one I bragged about
Here's where it starts. I run a scanner over my own code that looks for security problems — hardcoded secrets, unescaped output, that family of mistakes. I'd finally done the obvious thing and tested whether it could actually see: planted ten known-bad patterns on purpose and ran it.
