To some he was considered a friend and not to be feared if he and others of his kind came around. There were a few who went out of their way to make sure he had a comfortable place to hang but not everyone was as obliging.
He couldn’t understand why when he was quietly zipping along doing his job, a few girls would scream if they caught sight of him.
Was he really that different? Perhaps if he wasn’t always in such a hurry . . . or got a day job . . . , it would be different. The last time he tried to follow a crazy flash of insight like that, someone found him acting more than just a little batty.