As was his wont, Joey was wandering about aimlessly in the late evening hours. So far, he hadn’t found much unusual or worth commenting on, but that was okay; he liked seeing people going about their ordinary lives as much as he liked seeing peculiar things. As the sun was setting, he found himself following a butterfly (and thinking it odd because he’d never seen a butterfly that looked like it in New York).
The butterfly seemed to be heading into an abandoned apartment building and, the closer he got, the more insects there were around. This was most definitely odd, so Joe decided to go inside. He kept his eyes somewhat downcast to avoid stepping on any of the bugs carpeting the ground, so he didn’t immediately notice another human’s presence until his eyes landed on Humbug’s shoes.
Joe stopped and looked up, wondering what sort of person lived with this many bugs.