Butterfly

We all know how to deal with wasps - well, I do, see elsewhere on this website. But recently I've started work in a new place, and it's quite close to open country and near the River Wharfe (yes, I know, lucky bugger), and when the windows are open, we get random butterfly intruders. Well, I say random, maybe they have their butterfly-y purposes, but they must forget them once they're in.

Trouble with your butterfly is, that while they are much prettier than wasps, well to some eyes, they just don't seem to have sufficient brain to respond to helpful vibes. This makes it the devil's own job to catch them. They also have a tendency to come to rest high up the window, where only advanced teetering on chairs ill suited to the purpose can get you in recovery range.
Trouble is, I anthropomorphise so intensley that I just can't leave the silly things to die. Let it be known that if I plunge headlong through the window in the attempt to save such a creature, expiring 40 feet below, that I would have life no other way. However, given the number of flying creatures I have rescued over the years, I fully expect that if I do ever find myself in free fall, a phalanx of butterflies, moths, and other winged insects will appear to grip my clothing in their tiny claws and bear me up up and away.