My childhood house in Maine shows up on GoogleEarth. It's the fifth house from the bluffs overlooking Portland Harbor. To be truthful I'm never sure if it's the right one, since most homes in the suburbs look the same. Same houses, same lives, same desires, however several years ago an 18 year-old Briton on the verge of a long trip to Brazil decided to differentiate his family's manse in Hungerford by painting a neolithic penis on the roof.
Time - 30 minutes.
The length 60 feet.
No one noticed his effort until a helicopter spotted the gigantic fertility symbol from aloft. The father thought the report was a joke, until his son owned up to the painting, who said he'll clean it off the roof after his return from South America.
His mother has given birth to 4 boys and said, "We don't want any more children, so the idea of sleeping under a giant fertility symbol is rather worrying."
The son was later disappointed to discover that GoogleEarth never filmed his house, so it remains unseen from outer space.
So no fear from the attack of the cock-hungry space monster.
At least not this year.