So, we’re here on the deck, minding our own business… and we discover: WE ARE NOT ALONE.
No, it’s not aliens.
IT’S RACCOONS. Napping in the trees.
Look close enough at these:
And you will see several of these:
Looking for all the world like they’ve just staggered home from one hell of a Rapture party.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say somebody is WISHING for the end of the world, if only to cure his hangover.