When Matt and I moved in together (September 2004), my best friend Marisa gave us some fridge magnets as a housewarming gift. Over the months and years, many of these have fallen off the fridge, shattered and met their untimely death (such as the wingless, headless, tail-less dragon!).
But not the dragonfly, it still roosts proudly, holding up postcards, mail, cards and other such things. Survival of the fittest, perhaps? ;)