Across the globe, fresh waves of panicked citizens are reporting glowing orange orbs, rotating discs, and hovering plasmoids performing physics-defying maneuvers over urban centers. Here in Baja, the only unidentified flying objects we care about are pelicans executing kamikaze dives into schools of baitfish just past the shorebreak. If little green men are visiting, they clearly haven't checked out the local taco stands, or they'd land immediately and order four al pastor like everyone else.