I eventually found the alien lying outside on the concrete driveway. How she finds that comfortable I’ll never know. She didn’t let my presence stop her from sitting on the bin and staring off into space. I guess if you’re an alien that’s where you’re gonna look. There are fireworks tonight and she seems very sensitive to the noise. Perhaps they remind her of some past galactic conflict? Every time an explosion goes off she looks at me reproachfully as if I caused it. She may have a point. I guess I’m just as guilty as the rest of humanity.