Our friendly visitor
He/she/it was just flying about, looking a little distraught in the bear-themed display window today. I offer to help, to which he accepted and flew onto my hand. And then wouldn't let go. Just sort of hung on. Brought him outside even. Just clung on a little stronger (as strong as you could imagine a butterfly could grasp) when the wind blew and didn't go anywhere.
We walked it across the street to the flowers. and let him/her/it chill there.
Man, work is so full of eventful happenings, I swear. *sarcasm*