are they meant to do that?
he was buzzin around my window so i opened it but he stayed put...then i got a bit of paper and he popped right on it before letting me walk him all the way downstairs and out the door where he flew off as soon as the fresh air touched his eyes.
he was either a) a bit poorly or b) tired of fashioning tunnels and flys made from papier mache in attempting to escape so he just gratefully hitched a ride on home.
i also noticed that on the bit of paper i carried him on, was the e-mail of a girl i used to really like and was considering contacting again...
was this all a sign?.......
what a crazy three and a half minutes.