Greetings, everyone

This is my entry to #WeekendFreewrite organized by @mariannewest. Details here. Prompts in bold italics. These prompts literally drove me crazy as you’ll see.
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Hidden Messages

I wandered the yard alone with the garden hose. After 10 minutes of listening to the weird noise coming out of it, I concluded that whatever was trying to communicate with me was either a prankster or had a serious case of laryngitis. I was starting to lose my patience. I could not believe this advanced form of life could not find a more efficient way of communication.

[end of five minutes]

I was not asking for it to send me an email or Whatsapp (although that would have been cool, albeit not a portentous manifestation). The flickering of the light bulbs I was unable to decipher, although I am still convinced that that was some modification of Morse code. The birds hitting the windows was a hard one, not close to a pattern but still weird enough to be just a happenstance (I had to burry all the birds after my wife complained about the stench in the backyard). The weed pattern on the grass that made me ruin our front yard was a close one, but by then I had stopped talking to my family and had not noticed I had also turned the yard into a bathroom (I had lost track of time and body urges in my attempt to figure which ones were vowels and which ones were consonants).

My wife had left me and taken the children accusing me of insanity. I could not care less about what she, my children, or any nosy neighbor thought.
They said the same about the apostles and the prophets. They also said the same about those who first invested on McDonalds, Dell, or Bitcoin. I was determined to prove them all wrong.

At last Mother fell and lay gasping on the floor. I was forced to smoke them out. They had been making all kinds of un-squirrel-like noises from the top of the tree. I had to rush before the firefighters arrived, probably followed by the police. I was sure that they were working in conjunction with deep interests that did not want me to find the truth.

[end of five minutes]

I picked up the baby squirrels and the mother and moved on to another tree. If I could interrogate them using some of the methods that had allowed the disarticulation of human terrorist attacks, I was sure my name would be vindicated and my family would come back with an apology. These poor creatures were being used as tools by some alien form to carry out their destructive plans; of that I was now sure. They were not trying to communicate with me; they were forming alliances among every living creature and I had accidentally intercepted their communications.

Because I am a man. That’s why I was being able see and hear what the rest did not. I was sure I was the last pure-blood man on earth. They had polluted our race and our planet; that surely made us weak and vulnerable for other forms to now claim possession of our world. They had lost their claim of supremacy over animals and plants. I, on the other hand, felt like a parent who knows what their kids are doing, even before they plan to do it.
I just needed to figure out the how. Of course, I need to get out of this prison first, before these spiders drive crazy with their encrypted messages.

[end of five minutes]

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