So I'm just unpacking groceries, minding my own business when I hear this CRASH and the sound of glass shattering. I know I'm alone in the house, so I go walking room to room to see if somebody just broke a window or if a shelf fell down or what in the world the noise was. When I got to the music room I found this. The globe from the ceiling fan vibrated loose, fell off and shattered. Why do ceiling fans hate me?