Recently, an alien landed in your garden. Crazy, I know. He was giant and scary and looked really threatening but he did his best to communicate that his name was Xantharix. He could barely speak English and had poor grammar. But he was sweet and curious so you let him stay in your home.

One day, you walked into your living room and saw him chowing down on your television remote, munching away with a cute smile on his face, bearing his sharp, jagged teeth.