Answer:
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
Forward Iβm heavy, but backwards Iβm not.
A mighty weapon in the war against winged household pests.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.