Spurred on by an unfortunate spillage of milk, instead of crying I washed my hair. This is harder than you would think. I’m working with less than optimal use of my arms and I just had stitches removed from my forehead. But dang it, I got it done.
I remove to the deck to dry this mop. My hair being very long it takes more hair dryer power than I can muster.(arms again) It’s near 95°still at 7:30. It’s starting to get dark. I called the dogs back up to the deck and stand up ready to go in and I glanced over my shoulder and see a light in the sky. What? Double take. Yep, its a blue double light. It’s not quite dark and I see the shadow of something between the lights. What? A green flash. Back to a double blue light. Ok, beck you’re hallucinating. That head bump was worse than I thought. I went in the door and grab my phone. I look up, there’s no light. Ok. I knew it, I was seeing things. I sit down on the deck chair. I’m thinking I’m gonna have to see a shrink. Jeez. Just what I need someone trying to figure out my personal brand of crazy. I put my hand on my bandaide on my forehead and through my fingers I see a blue light. WTH? It’s back. I snap 2 pics real quick. It flashes green twice more. Didn’t get a shot of the green flash. Dang it, I shoulda pushed record. I’m looking at the phone trying to choose record. And it’s gone.
I text Son-of-a-wrek and send him the shots. He, being a conspiracy theorist decides the government is spying on me. He said to hide. Real helpful. Aliens are visiting and he wants me to get in a closet. I’m not sure about the boy somedays.
I text the lil’wrekker. She sufficiently scared. She gets her whole dormitory stirred up. Next thing I hear from her it’s turned into a hallway party. Peeps are ordering pizza. I’m sure glad I could entertain a whole dorm with my Alien visit. Crap. Will no one come save me.
Mr.Wrekker went to the lakehouse. He would laugh at me anyway. No help there. Mid-daughter is in NewOrleans. I’m not even gonna bother her. Face it, beck you’re all alone in this.
It gets really dark here in these woods. I’m talking black out dark w/o my security lights. I turn the lights out and decide I’m gonna camp out on the deck awhile and catch it again and hit record. And when I get it recorded I’m calling the FBI. I want Fox and Dana here in the morning. Not too early, mind you, 10am or so suits me.
Alas, I lasted 20minutes on the deck. It’s too hot, my clean hair is getting sweaty. No more lights. My Daddy always said I had no stick-to-it-ness.
Well, Dopers what do you think I saw? Out here in the darkest, deepest Arkansas.
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They can see you!
Aaacckkk!
That’s all kinda wrong!
You don’t have pinkeye, do you?
Very funny. My life is now a Southpark episode. And here, I need the Scooby-doo gang to solve my mystery. 
Beware anal probes.
How did the milk end up in your hair? I’ve spilled milk before, but it tends to end up in my lap, or the floor.
Maybe it’s really really old shampoo. 
Beck, I think you have some local night birds that are trying to gaslight you.
I dropped a bowl of cereal. In a series of weird physics, it splashed upwards. Shit like that just happens to me. No explaining it.
Clearly it was the aliens doing experiments on gravitational distortion in your kitchen. 
The Truth is out there!
Why you gotta go and spoil it?
Bring it on little Greys. I’m taller and I like to kick shorties. That’s why I’m banned from Oaklawn. (Horse racing)
(I have my Aluminum foil hat made)
Are we to interpret this to mean that you were kicking horses (who were shorter than you are) at Oaklawn?
I mean, I know you have those long dancer legs, but wow!
As long as you have your aluminum foil hat and take vitamin E, you should be fine. Be ready to move to the basement. Do you have a Geiger counter?
~VOW
Maybe. My Cats can count geigers. I think.
Jockeys. Those creepy little guys are all over at the track. I wanna kick 'em.
Jockeys can be a good source of tips for upcoming races, you know.
:), I don’t really go around kicking jockeys or little people. I kid.
But those aliens better look out!
Once I was at the track with my Daddy and he was at the bar having a drink with a jockey getting, no doubt, some good tips. I walked up and stood by as they talked horsey stuff. The jockey got ready to go and I almost…almost reached out and helped him down. Like I would a child. His head was right at my belly button height. He kinda looked at me funny, from my 6ft high head I noticed a little glimmer in his eyes. Creeped me right out, it did!
Update: I just came in from the deck with the dogs. No new sightings. I just knew I would catch a good recording. 