*Drinks tea*
Later, have a long talk with all the pretty butterflies about the flavor of flower nectar and the state of politics within the flying insect world.
Organize the butterflies into an aerial strike force and send them on reconnaissance missions, while plotting vengeance upon the bats and birds for trying to eat my fluttering friends.
Just before my grand offensive . . . "Wait . . . what? Where am I, and why am I naked and covered in butterflies and flower nectar!"
"Oh no, not again!" *Cradles head and collects my discarded clothing* "I hope nobody saw me."