The closet Wookie strikes again. My wreath crashed down in the middle of the night and snapped into three pieces. I thought the noise, which woke me up but somehow not Buddy, was just the marker cup thing that has fallen off the fridge before. But when I got up this morning there was the wreath with eggs everywhere. I was able to piece it back together today with toothpicks and more hot glue, but I haven’t put it back up yet. I don’t want it to crash and break even worse.