I got this story from my grandmother.
So, basically, when my (now dead, R.I.P.) grandfather was young (this was back in the 1950s, by the way), he liked to build model aircraft. And he had a TON of them. He hung them by strings from the ceiling of the living room in his and my grandmother (also dead, R.I.P. again)'s house. One night, he was sleeping on the couch in the living room, when one of the strings snapped. Several of the model aircraft fell on him, and he woke up, wildly waving his arms, thinking he was being attacked by a thief who had broken into the house. Eventually, he realized that the model aircraft had fallen onto him.
This is all I can remember from the story. I can’t remember if any of the model aircraft were damaged or not.