Foxes in London. Oh my goodness. They are only cute for approximately 7 minutes-and only when they are cubs. See picture above. After that, they can be complete vixens if you know what I mean. Sorry to sound a bit ratty (grumpy) but I did not sleep well last night as there were foxes in my garden. Back home we keep foxes in zoos, where they belong. Instead, we let skunks and racoons roam free. I am pretty sure they are tame compared to their cousin Mr. Fox.
Allow me to walk you through the early hours of this morning when I should have been in REM. First, the sound. They cry, whimper and sniffle. They imitate nails down a chalkboard. They sound like they are eating glass. It is really that bad. Next, they go through my rubbish. They don’t even put the lid back on which is quite rude if you ask me. I actually got up out of my bed to look out the window to tell them to keep it down. The fox actually looked at me-we made eye contact. This is what he said to me (I mean if he could speak). ‘Do you mind? I would like some privacy as I go through your rubbish bins. Also, what gives Yank? No chicken bones? Come on.’ And with that, he looked away and continue to go through the trash making horrible noises-at one point it sounded like there was a baby crying.
Speaking of babies. A while back in London Town, during the summer and during the DAY a fox entered a room through an open window and attacked a baby as it slept in its crib. OMG. This would never happen to me. There are no babies in my house and I have no windows. Just kidding. I have windows. But seriously, they are dangerous. I know that some people feed them-they leave food out for them. This is wrong on many levels. Leave the foxes alone people and keep your windows closed. For real.