So today my friend Mr. Fox was hanging out on the 17th, seemingly not a worry in the world other than what appeared to be a massive case of fleas in need of regular scratching. And there was a fresh foxhole in the trap on 16.
Charlie thinks he didn't look like a real healthy animal, if for no other reason than all the scratching.
Gail thinks he may be a young one.
Charlie thought he had big feet.
Gail didn't think he was particularly dangerous.
Nobody pulled out a sand wedge for self-defense.
Though Gail reports that there is one woman who won't go out by herself (even in a cart) because she is afraid of the fox.
And that's pretty much all of today's news....