Last night there was a strange light coming from just beyond the trees in my backyard. I went to explore its source and discovered something quite unusual. A spaceship had landed near the vegetable garden. Two unworldly beings came forth and spoke to me in voices that sounded exactly like Lucile Ball. “Surprised we speak your language Ricky?” they asked. “We learned it from your television signals floating out in space.” I realized that somewhere between Gilligan’s Island and reality television they would know we are not intelligent life.