My neighborhood, which is already a wild kingdom, has attracted a pair of foxes. The bait was probably the people down the street who keeps chickens. Er…I mean kept chickens. Rest their little chicken souls.
At first their appearance was adorable (to me, not so much the chickens). We caught the cutie pictured on the right here sun-napping in the neighbor’s yard. We think he and his lady are having kits (the baby fox type, not ships in a bottle) in the creepy guy’s yard two houses down. His backyard is an untouched jungle hellhole. I’m 90% sure they filmed Apocalypse Now there. But it’s cool the foxes picked that spot because now the people he has chained in his basement have something to watch.
About a month ago we started hearing strange screams at night, best described as a pterodactyl stabbing a woman to death. I Googled “pterodactyl stabbing a woman to death” to decipher the source, but couldn’t find anything. Finally, my husband pointed out that the noises began the same time the neighborhood got all foxy.
That’s when we found this You Tube video about fox noises. Now you can share in the horror of our evenings:
Imagine enjoying that horrendous racket throughout the evening, usually when you’re almost asleep. Can you feel the cold sweat covering your body as you sit straight up in bed wondering if you’re next? Do you carry the dread that comes with knowing there’s no tactful way to ask for your pie plate back after your neighbor has been brutally murdered in the dead of night?
Yesterday at dusk I heard and saw the female fox directly outside my neighbor’s house, screaming at her front door. I can only assume she was demanding they toss out the shih-tzu.
I think we have ourselves a couple of fox thugs.
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on April 14, 2015
Growing up in one of Florida’s fifty-five plus communities, Charlotte never expected life to be wild. Golf cart racing with her surrogate mothers Mariska and Darla was about as nutty as life got…until she found the hot pawnbroker’s mom buried in her backyard.
Talk about making a lousy first impression.
Armed with nothing but her wits, Pineapple Port’s questionable cast of characters and a growing crush, Charlotte is determined to solve the mystery of Declan’s mother’s murder.
Hey, at least this guy’s skeletons aren’t in his closet.