How sad and scary is this?
The bracket holding the deer to the wall broke off the deer and remained on the screw we placed in the wall. I think this guy was a truly defective deer destined for a life of dump-dom. Sorry, Duke. He is now in a million tiny pieces that I will not be adhering together. His antlers did fall down in 3 pieces (1 of them is entirely intact), so I'll be hanging on to those.
I was in the room when he fell, and after my heart rate dropped back to normal...I realized that I wasn't that upset. A little bummed, but not devastated. Maybe it's because I have a spare deer to work with, or maybe Duke falling was the crappy exclamation point on an otherwise crappy week. Or more likely, maybe I didn't get too upset because it's just a silly fake deer (that I loved like a real deer:), but a deer nonetheless). After going through something so traumatic, your perspective really does change. So maybe Duke the Second won't be a Duchess (and bright pink) after all. Ah well. Duke the Second has a nice ring to it, right?:)