Jeff clung to the sides of the jar as Mr. Weston walked into his house. He passed through the kitchen and into a den or study of some kind. Jeff was horrified at what he saw: Dozens and dozens of butterflies, pinned and under glass, all around the room.
With growing desperation, he realized that he was about to be added to the collection! He fluttered in desperation, but it wasn't any use. If he couldn't move a mouse or a computer keyboard, he wasn't going to break though a glass jar.
Mr. Weston set the jar down, and then started to pull items out of a drawer. He was prepping another jar with cotton balls and some kind of chemical. Jeff had a sense that he was about to be transferred into this other jar. Maybe he'd find a way to escape!
That wasn't' to be, though. It was a clearly practiced motion that didn't give Jeff a chance to make an escape. His jar was inverted and with a few expert taps, his grip was lost and he fell into the killing jar. Before he could react, the lid on the new jar was closed tight. The air around him was thick with fumes, causing his whole body to burn and his brain to grow foggy. He couldn't think of how to get out of here, and if he didn't soon, he never would!