That's preposterous. Aliens aren't real, and you know it.
And yet, the idea sticks around in your head in spite of knowing. You begin to sweat.
If the little (hypothetically) green abominations were to show up in your area seeking fresh abductees, you're not sure if you'd pick up the nearest sharp object and finally seize an ethical means of exercising your VIOLENT URGES...
...or simply find a nice, obscure DARK HOLE into which you'd squeeze and begin the first day of your DARK HOLE-Y existence.
You would make friends of whatever detritus you find in the DARK HOLE and name the shiniest rock you find "Tips M'Yady." Rolls right off the tongue, that name.
Ol' Tips' tender loving care would help you forget about the outside world. With the application of some smooth talking on your part, he may even help you decorate the DARK HOLE and assist in the retrieval of life-sustaining wild herbs and fruits.
Lucky for you, aliens aren't real and this is an absurd situation to consider.