Tilley couldn’t catch her breath. “Help!” Aliens were clearing a landing field near the very spot she had chosen for her nest. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was seldom visited by authentic aliens in accordance with the 1947 Treaty of Roswell; of which the Face of Everyman was an early signatory. He assured Ms T that those folks meant no harm and were actually working to make the near by waters cleaner. In fact, the kindly ol’ pensioner had circulated a memo advising all that a crew of Master Gardeners would camp here for several days for the express purpose of habitat improvement. Somewhat mollified, Ms T returned to her nest to shelter her eggs from the Spring rains.