Are Aliens just messing with Us?

When I was a kid I had a cat.  I am really a dog person but my dad brought home this kitten when I was probably a single digit age.  We called her Puzzum Kitty.  Do not judge me, I did not name her.  And really, is any other cat name any better?  Mittens?  Snuggums?  Walter?

Puzzum was not intended to be my cat per se.  She just took a liking to me and slept on my bed every night.  Maybe it was because I fed her.  When I was in college I once slept in a girl's bed because she made me dinner.  So I get it, Puzzum.

Are Aliens just messing with Us?
Are Aliens just messing with Us?

What was interesting about having a cat, for me, was the "Cat and Mouse" games she would play with other animals out around the yard.  If she caught a mouse or a mole, for example, she would not kill it - at least not intentionally.  Instead, she would pick it up with both front paws and toss it in the air.  Then she would bat the mouse with her paw like she was hitting a baseball.  The dazed rodent would hit the ground, shake its furry little head, and take off running.  I would too!  Then Puzzum would pounce on the creature and repeat the whole process.

Naturally, this got me thinking about aliens.  

My last article posed the question, "Is Disclosure Coming from Aliens?"  I never really answered the question (though I will address it again in an upcoming article - stay tuned...) because I could not get past the Why.  Why would aliens care whether we acknowledge their presence or not?  Then I remembered Puzzum Kitty.

To a mouse, Puzzum displayed similar qualities to a UFO.  She would swoop down out of nowhere, hover effortlessly over her prey, and draw the creatures up inside her mouth.  She would then perform strange acts on her subjects which the rodents could not understand.  It must have been painful for these small creatures, as many UFO abductees have reported their experiences to be.  In the end, Puzzum may have released the animals in a random place near where she found them but not quite at the same location.  Then she would zip off into the space above the grass at incredible speeds (to a mouse), never to be seen again.  

Which brings me back to the Why.  Why did Puzzum Kitty play these games with tiny rodents?  That question is easy to answer - because she could.  This was a fun game for my cat to play.  She was a far superior being to the mice and did not care one bit about them.  She just wanted to have some fun at their expense.  She was just messing with them.  This then begs the question:

Are Aliens just messing with Us?

If I were an alien (cue the Fiddler on the Roof music) I might enjoy visiting the planets of lesser beings, like those found on Earth, and having some fun with them.  I would not be a cruel or inhumane alien, mostly.  But I would not have the same concern for humans as I do for my alien buddies.

Most people would do the same.  Nay, you say?  "I could never do something like that!"  Yes you could.  At some point, nearly everyone has crouched down over the ground to observe an ant mound.  One will swoop in out of nowhere, like a UFO, and silently hovered over the mound.  An ant may find itself pulled from its habitat, allowed to walk along the surface of your arm, and then flicked away like a booger.  When the observer grows bored of watching the ants, he may step on the ant mound and crush it.  Why?  No good reason.  Because it was there.

Some of us will grow out of this behavior.  Eventually, most people learn to feel empathy even for the tiniest creatures.  We come to value life of all forms - except spiders.  All spiders can die, as far as I am concerned.  But ants - I have no beef with them.  They can live and I will not disrupt their cities.  (For a deeper dive on this, read my article We are like Ants to Them.)

Playing God with lesser creatures seems to be in our DNA.  My children are wonderful, sensitive, people who value others' feelings and who have never killed another animal.  But they will catch them and play with them!  

We have a large pond on our property.  The kids have caught countless frogs and toads.  They try not to hurt the animals.  They hold the frogs.  They may place the frogs in a kiddie pool and watch them swim around.  When they have had their fun they let their froggies go.  They may simply place the frog on the ground and let it hop away or they may carry it to the pond, the same way some alien abductees describe being magically transported to and from their homes, even through walls.  Why did this happen to the frogs?  No reason.   The kids were just playing with the frogs.

The kids and I will catch fish in the pond that we do not intend to eat.  We are not cruel to the fish (notwithstanding the hook through the lip).  When the fish comes out of the water it may seem like an alien abduction to the fish, assuming fish have the level of consciousness to grasp such a concept.  Then the hook is carefully removed and the fish is returned to the pond before it asphyxiates.  Why?  Because we can.  It is fun to hook a fish and pull it out of the water.  People all over the world love fishing.  It is awesome!

Once, my daughter caught a beautiful brown trout in the Connecticut River.  She put a leash on it (a chain through the gills) and "walked" it in the water, like walking a dog.  She was little and did not think about the consequences of this.  I made her release it because I thought it might be uncomfortable for the fish, to say the least.  But to her, at a young and na├»ve age, it was fun to walk her fishy.

We also have a "humane trap" for pesky varmints that cause trouble.  If a raccoon learns to knock off the bricks we keep on top of our garbage can lids and get in the garbage, that little trouble-maker will need to, "take a ride."  Now, when I was a kid, "take a ride" meant my dad was going to shoot the animal and toss its carcass in the woods.  But today, we are more civilized than my redneck roots would belie.  Instead of killing an animal that is just looking for a meal, we may trap the filthy little trash bandit in a cage and release it elsewhere.

Mick West
Filthy Little Trash Bandit

That is what the trap is supposed to be for.  In practice, the trap is another children's toy for kids on the fringe of Suburbia and  Country Living.  Raccoons and possums tend to get caught in there most often.  They are not harmed in any way, though it probably really freaks them out.  After the animal is discovered in the trap the kids will observe it like little scientists.  They may try to feed it.  They may gently push a stick through the openings in the cage and watch the critter viciously attack the stick.  It is great fun.  When they grow tired of playing with this pet, they will place the cage on the stone wall with the opening facing the woods and release the animal into the forest while standing behind the safety of the stone barrier.

Why do the children do this?  Because they can.  Again, they are wonderfully kind and loving people who would never intentionally harm anything they did not then intend to eat (with the exception of catch & release fish).  But they will capture these pestilent beasts from time to time, just to check them out and play with them.

There are many other examples I could iterate through.  But I believe I have made my point.  Humans like to mess around with what we consider (perhaps subconsciously) lesser beings.  Ants, frogs, fish, raccoons, it does not matter what it is.  If we can catch it and play with it, we will, especially at a younger age.

Clearly, the analogy is, perhaps aliens are doing the same with us.  Anyone who can get from there to here (wherever there is) would consider us Earthan creatures to be lesser beings.  We would hope they would mean us no harm, and so far it appears that way because surely they could have wiped out all of humanity by now if they wanted to, just the same as a human can step on an ant mound.  But that does not stop them from messing around with us.

In relation to the concept of Disclosure, aliens may be in charge of this subject to the extent that it does not matter to them if we accept them or not.  I would not care if the fish in my pond believe in me.  My children make no attempt to establish diplomatic relations with frogs.  We will not follow a raccoon back to its den to share our technology with them.  That would be ridiculous!

I am in charge of Human Disclosure with ants, frogs, fish, and raccoons.  But I am neither for nor against the concept.  I doubt any of these animals could have any kind of benefit to me.  I could not trade with them.  They are of no value to me other than to maintain the food chain.  I could care less either way if they acknowledge my existence.  And yet, I hold all the cards.

Aliens are likely in the same position.  Could aliens make Contact?  Sure!  Could aliens force government Disclosure?  Absolutely!  Could aliens establish diplomatic relations with humans, share their technology, and trade with us?  Naturally!  Would any of those things ever happen?  I doubt it.  We do not do it with animals, why should aliens do it with us?

Our visitors from other planets hold all the cards in the Disclosure department.  They could do whatever they want.  Their choice seems to be to observe and to play with us like we would do to any other lesser wild animal.  Aliens are just messing with us.  Do not count on them to intentionally cause Disclosure.

A boy and his cat
Puzzum Sleeping on my Bed

When Puzzum Kitty's playtoy arrived safely back in his burrow, presumably, the other mice would never believe his story.  They would be like, "Oh yeah?  Did you get a picture of this [muffled laughter] Puzzum Kitty?"  The other mice would all laugh hysterically.  Then the reviled debunker, Micky Mouse West, would tell him, "In the five seconds since you announced this I have concluded an investigation into the incident.  Perhaps you saw something but since I am unable to wrap my tiny noggin around this concept of a 'cat' I command you to believe that what you saw was not actually a Kitty Cat.  It was in fact a top secret test rodent."  All the other mice would turn and stare at Micky Mouse West in silence.  In the distance a car comes screeching to a halt.  Crunching metal and shattering glass is heard.  There is an explosion.  Then everyone goes back to what they were doing.

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