Rochester (our insane, human identifying cat) once took psychic offense at some senile sneering yuppie PMC creature trying to sexually abuse & fondle her and, y'know... dun drawed her sum blood. Ever see that John Carpenter "The Thing" remake? Where Wilford Brimley tries a blood sample which sparks like a metal fire? I'd been kinda forced amongst these critters at a VERY early age (do to Sputnik & IGY of all things: durned POOTIN!) So. I'd not ever required "They Live" shades to spot lizards amongst us?