I saw the most wonderful looking guy the other day, clinging to the outside of the window on my back door. I was hurrying past the first floor landing on my way down to the basement to get my laundry out of the machine when i saw him there and I stopped. He was the color and shape of a stringbean, with an alien-shaped head and eyes and four crooked legs. I was able to really study him, on the glass the way he was. He didn’t move, but I swear he was looking back at me.