Alien Abductions.

This is pretty hard for me to admit. I like to think that I'm normally a pretty level headed person. The subject of aliens coming to harvest humans for research has always seemed shall we say a bit 'out there' to say the least. But unfortunately, I've come to experience it first hand.
Today as I came in from the garden to wash up, it happened. I walked into the empty bathroom to find the toilet seat up, yellow water and a pile of Elaina's clothes on the floor. No Elaina to be seen. They had taken her. Obviously, she was quietly going potty when the abduction occurred. The clothes I've come to realize, can not be teleported. I found her moments later in her bedroom getting new clothes on, blissfully unaware of the horrors that had just befallen her. Oh, my precious, precious girl how many more times will they perform their tests on you??? Elaina is not the only one in my family that the extraterrestrials are after. I often come into our living room to find my husbands clothes laying right by the door. He's not home for 2 minutes, barely able to drag his tired legs up the stairs and into the house before ZAAAPPP!!! In to thin air. Only his work clothes remain. Sure, they always bring them back. So far. My dear husband usually emerges from the backyard, where he apparently thinks he was just checking on the girls, but I know the truth. Ethan has spent his fair share of time hovering high over head too, while cultures of unknown origin are taken. How many bags of chips and favorite toys have I found scattered across the floor? The snack I know he so desperately wanted. He had pleaded with tears in his eyes for a little something while I'm preparing dinner, only to find it open, chips all over the couch and floor. The project he was coloring still spread out on the table. And my boy? Gone. My heart aches as I search. He too happily going about his 'new' business at the aliens chosen re-materialization site. But what makes me truly mad, is that they even have taken my baby. I would like to think there would be some sort of minimum age requirement, but no. To make it worse, they seem to actually prefer Elijah. Little piles of clothes are found through out the day. Some times, while he is innocently watching TV. They take him from the bathroom, much like Elaina, but their favorite spot is the stairs. As the kids bound joyfully in from playing outside, ZAAAP! Shoes will be at the bottom, pants in the middle and the shirt on the top landing, what once clothed a happy child now lays cold and lifeless, waiting. Being that they obviously use some sort of mind eraser or time hold-stiller, it has occurred to me that I too could be the subject of their research, but not likely. I have yet to come across my own tell tale pile of clothing, unless they only take me from my bedroom. Albeit a possibility, not a likely one. I have enough quirks and compulsions. I certainly don't need to add another. Beware aliens, I'm on to you now, I will catch you and when I do...