Like Meg, we've got foxes, too. Four of them. They're quite mangy and thin and for some reason enjoy making strange noises in the garden, at least, I assume it's them. Every so often I'm woken by what sounds like a small child's limbs being torn off by a particularly savage beast, and I'm coming the conclusion that this noise isn't in fact the terrible torture of an innocent infant, but the sound of foxes having a good time. Oh, and having a good time seems to involve digging lots of small holes. And staring at me, while I stare back at them.
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