Aliens is among-st us. People are just in to big a rush, to notice um allusive critters. The other day I ran over a invisible alien space craft with my riding-mower. Well-- it was invisible, until the blade made first contact. It was a pretty gruesome site. Thanks be, I have a strong stomach, and emergency thinking skills. I consider myself as a "know how to fix-it man." There was mangled little body parts, and glowing blue blood everywhere. But, I won't gets-yuns into much details. I don't want to gross out the weaker folks. I got me-zz some crazy glue, and Gorilla tape, then went to work. But I really needed pictured instructions-- not that I would actually use um. I just hate instructions, without pictures. The instruction paper makes a good mat to pour out nuts, and bolts on. That is why I always check the box for instructions. Back to my encounter----I couldn't tell where um little feller's arms, legs, and butts went. With no pictured instructions, I had to guess. For those that don't know. Aliens don't look like anyone from the south. They do tend to behave like us, at times. They screwworm pretty much, while a doctor treats um. After I finished my doctoring, they pretty well stopped all their struggles. I started to bury um out by the shed, where we buried ole Duke. But it just didn't seem like the right thing to do. I called the Health Department, out to the house. They-zz got mighty excited, and called the government. Some fellers showed up with Area 51 logos on the coveralls. They were plenty miffed at me for my efforts. They stayed huddled together like a football team. I couldn't hear what-zz was said. But they shook their heads a lot, while looking my way. PS-- the next time it happens, I ant even going to get off my mower. I got a electric door bell, and a door knocker. If um aliens are intent on remaining unannounced--then they kans be the ones suffer for it. I wouldn't know what kinds a meals they like fixed, anyways. So I can't serve alien visitors with southern hospitality.