There are wild foxes roaming the streets of London! We saw three of them and each time I was so excited that I did a little fox-sighting dance.
“Do you get this excited when you see raccoons in Alameda?” Thomas asked somewhere after the second dance.
“No,” I said. “Raccoons are vermin. Obviously.“
“Ah,” he said.
This is what happens when you outlaw fox hunting, I guess. They get all uppity and start to take over. Which means if we start recreational raccoon hunting, maybe there won’t be so goddamn many of them. This is good news for Gene’s plot to start trapping our backyard raccoons and making them into stew. I am not making this up.
Free-range fox. Not suitable for stew.