So, I've Just Punched a Fox.

Which, sadly, is not a euphemism.

Cheeky little bigger sneaked in while I was doing dishes.

So, as I think I've said;

If you want to go live like a predator. Maybe develop opposable thumbs first.

Or, at least, a skull bigger than my fist.



Just kidding.

I scragged him up, and sent him home to mum.

I'm soft like that.



I think we all know.

This is going to end with me walking a fox on a leash.

Or at least paying for anti-flea treatments.



Seriously though.

Someone needs to teach these f'ckers about boundaries.

They do, legitimately, eat babies.