Seriously. This was a case of spontaneous necklace self-destruction. Unless the cat sat on it.
I obviously cursed the necklace by praising its numerous charms: relatively cheap, relatively easy, relatively quick. Now it is absolutely broken. In a way that I don’t think can be fixed, as I don’t want to involve super glue in a birthday present.
Besides, if it manages this just sitting on a table, how will it survive being mailed to Switzerland?
* That is, of course, in the voice of a decidedly miffed Gob Bluth.