As Jeff struggled in the enormous mesh net, he recognized the man holding the net as his goofy neighbor, Henry T. Weston.
Although Mr. Weston had lived next door to Jeff's family for year, the teenager didn't know much about him. Now, as he tried to recall a few details, he remembered that he was some sort of science guy at the local college.
In a breathless voice filled with excitement, his neighbor looked into the deep mesh net and said, "I can't believe I found a perfect specimen of Trogonoptera trojana here in my backyard!"
"I'm not a Trogon-whatever!" Jeff wanted to scream. "I'm a boy! I'm your neighbor. You've got to help me!"
"But you should be flying in the Philippines, not in the suburbs of Michigan!" Mr. Weston said aloud, pondering the mystery of encountering such a rare butterfly.
"That does it!" Jeff decided. "I'm getting the hell out of here!"
Before the transformed teen managed to fly to freedom, however, Mr. Weston produced a large, glass specimen jar. Due to years of practice, he trapped the netted butterfly in the glass container and screwed on a secure lid.
"What the…" Jeff raged in his thoughts. "Let me out of here!"
Mr. Weston held the jar to his face and peered at the butterfly from behind his wire-frame spectacles.
"You'll make quite the addition to my collection," he boasted.
Jeff wondered what that meant… who the hell collects butterflies?