Word on the creek was that local children had it on their Bucket List to hunt them down.
The crawdads were shaking in their shells.
In their world, this was the equivalent of an alien invasion.
Captured. Prodded. Examined. Photographed. And hopefully... returned.
The little aliens gathered their nets and the hunt was on.
The alien's dog even joined in the hunt.
Captured! Some tried to escape...but their efforts were futile.
There is no escaping a 5 year old alien.
Some women and children crawdads were abandoned by the Daddy crawdads that ran for their lives.
They didn't grab their shoes, or nothin'.
They RAN for their lives.
The little one's listened to the cries of their mother's, "Play Possum! Play Possum!"
This didn't stop the aliens from continuing their examination.
And the hunt for more.
The prisoners shivered as they read the words on their holding cell..."Yuck Bucket".
What sort of yuck had been in this bucket?
Even crawdads know you should never trust something labeled "Yuck Bucket" that comes from a home with several aliens ... who have several pets.
The Aliens savored their success and took victory pictures to bring back to their Alien mama's.
One alien mama saw the picture and really wished her alien son would leave his "Team Impact" shirt in the creek...not looking back when he loaded the mother ship.
She patiently awaits the day he outgrows it...but fears that won't stop him from wearing it.
They mocked their little pinchers the way Extraterrestrial aliens mock human beings tiny heads.
They showed the various methods they used in their hunt:
Net, hand pistol, charm, and pretending to be a thug.
Crawdads hate thugs...but tolerate their distant cousin...the slug.
What they will NOT accept is the "Slug Thug".
Ain't nobody got time fo dat.
Bradley threw out the peace sign.
Though he can tear through a phone book with his bare hands and crush an ice block against his head...he's a peacemaker. "Give peace a chance", he cried.
The gentle giant put his foot down and demanded the captives be set free.
The first to taste of freedom was "Ohliveeyah".
We knew, by the spelling of her name, that she and her family had recently migrated here from Utah.
Run free, Ohliveeyah!
Take your siblings Aunistee, Machelle, and Nakkole with you!
Love these sweet, little, crawdad-huntin' aliens.
