Ever wondered what happens when curious aliens ignore every quarantine warning and crash-land on the weirdest planet in the galaxy? Meet the visitors who thought humanity's "communal nutrient absorption rituals" (that's picnics to you) deserved immediate study… and lived to regret it. In this uproarious anthology of absurd sci-fi comedy: A gelatinous xenoanthropologist in a disintegrating napkin suit negotiates peace treaties with militant squirrels, unionized ants, and a bio-engineered Great Dane who's debriefed more extraterrestrials than the CIA. Tiny ice-cream-obsessed fugitives turn a Mr. Gelato truck into an interspecies diplomatic crisis. Shape-shifting disasters, gravity-defying guitar solos, sentient libraries gone rogue, and one very hungry black-hole gerbil named Sniffles. Think The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy meets 3rd Rock from the Sun —with extra ketchup explosions, merit badges for extraterrestrial interpretive dance, and the galaxy's tiniest turf wars. Perfect for fans of humorous science fiction, Douglas Adams-style sci-fi humor, absurd extraterrestrial misadventures, and alien fish-out-of-water comedy. Warning: May cause sudden urges to offer tribute to local wildlife, construct blanket forts for pudding ghosts, or question why anyone ever thought picnics were a good idea. Don't panic. Just grab the book.(And maybe an extra napkin.)