Frank was gardening with you, as usual. You two often gardened together, you were the only one he could remotely tolerate in this putrid neighborhood.

You kept doing things to annoy Frank, such as taking their seeds, their glove, etc. After a while, he got sick of it. “Hah! Well, I’ve got something for you too! A lesson!”

He began ranting about butterflies and other bugs, but mostly about butterflies. Though eventually..

“What are you…” His voice trailed off, looking over at you.