AN IMPERITIVE WARNING.

Started out normal enough. Go for a walk; check out the neighborhood.

Then we saw the funeral pyre.

At this point, we figured it was probably sleepover hyper, the two glasses of Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi and the cup and a half of Kool-Aid. So we continued on our way, enjoying the clear skies. But we were on alert a bit more than before.

And then THIS caught our eyes.

Kinda looks like a crash landing, doesn't it?

We wondered what could have landed here. Surely, out in this area, they had to be friendly.

...or not.

Still, we thought we were just playing a game, something to pass the time. But everything snapped into perspective when something ELSE caught our attention.

The question is: phase two of what?

Also, conveniently near the phase II sign...

Just simple dirt mounds? Rocks? Gravel?

Eggs?

As we walked with considerable concern, we discussed the possibilities of what exactly it was that may have crashed here to lay their eggs. At this point, there were several more alarming factors. Similar mounds were spread throughout the neighborhood - some much larger than others. The irregular behavior of the neighbors was downright alarming - was terrifying. And finally? It was getting dark outside.

As we, hurriedly, headed for home, we happened to run into a couple of the irregularly behaving neighbors. Since we figured that as soon as the sun went down, they would shed their humanoid forms and wreak havoc on the neighborhood, we, with great wisdom, decided to get home before dark. Upon catching our eyes, the male alien smiled in a frighteningly pleasant manner and asked exactly where did we live?

Fortunately, our answer was nebulous, and we made it home with only ten minutes to spare.

The fate that may have awaited us if we had been a bit slower? It's your call.