Jeff, already weary from hovering ineffectually around the button to ring the bell for the front door, remembered the way his family received their mail.
He let his wings carry him a little lower until he hovered near a wide, brass structure set into the middle of the white-painted front door. He would have been out of luck if not for the fact the metal flap had been failing to close securely after the postal carrier dropped off the mail each day in the afternoon.
Jeff's emotions surged when he saw the thin sliver of space between the flap and the frame of the brass mail slot. He would have flown straight into the house, but he felt weak. His sugar rush from the flower nectar had now been extinguished. He needed to re-fuel because there would certainly be no flowers available once he got inside the house. He flew happily back toward his mother's flower beds, finding quite a selection of potential nectar sources among the many colorful blooms on display.
He landed on a bright red flower and began to suck up a load of the incredibly sweet nectar. The stuff was like a drug for Jeff's little bug brain, and he found himself feeling happy and almost carefree.
That feeling ended when a furry pillow with wings crashed into him, nearly knocking him off his chosen flower. Jeff reacted with astonishment that another butterfly had tried to push him off the flower. "Get your own," he wanted to yell at the intruder.
The butterfly continued to smack its wings against Jeff's own butterfly wings. With no other means of defending himself, he used his own wings in a flurry of soft, feathery blows against the other insect. Whether bored or threatened by his defiance, the other butterfly drifted to a nearby flower. As it sucked up nectar with its alien tongue, Jeff wondered if he looked just as weird now.
He turned back to the petals of his flower and started to sip more nectar when a terrifying, eight-legged monstrosity, which had been camouflaged among the petals, lunged at him. He would have shrieked had that been a possibility. He definitely retreated on wings that seemed to carry him far too slowly away from the danger of an enormous spider with a dark green bulb of a body, all spotted with red dots, and a smaller head with multiple eyes and a pair of wicked fangs.
"Oh shit," he thought. "That's the ugliest spider I've ever seen!"
It didn't help that the spider, in relation to Jeff's new butterfly form, looked the size of a cow.
He started to let his meandering flight carry him to another flower. He still needed more nectar to fuel his effort to get inside his home and obtain access to his computer.
Then, a horrible thought surfaced. What if there was another equally horrible spider waiting among the petals of the other flowers. "But I've got to suck more nectar," he told himself.
Finally, he overcame his fear and managed to land, without incident, on another flower. He sucked up what seemed like gallons of nectar before he finally felt the energy spread throughout his body.
"Nothing's going to stop me now," he predicted somewhat rashly.
As he fluttered back toward the front door to his home, Jeff noticed a gigantic man approaching on the sidewalk. He actually recognized him.