A few months ago Matt's dad's cat got in a fight with a fox.
And the fox won.
Since that little scuffle, the felonious fox was sighted a few times, and Matt's dad became determined to catch him.
He began to set out a trap every night with some chicken to lure the fox in, and upon successful capture he planned to transport him to a park far, far away where he could live wild and free like God and suburban planners intended.
Matt has been keeping me updated on the status of the Great Fox Catch of 2013, and this morning I awoke up to a message that said "MY DAD GOT THE FOX!!!!!"
And you thought your Tuesday was exciting.
We had plans to eat dinner with Matt's family tonight, and since we would be the first ones home, Matt was given the responsibility of transporting the fox to the park far, far away.
Once we arrived Matt set out collecting necessary supplies like pliers and gloves, and I stood around and took pictures of the nice little habitat his father had created and providing moral support to my boyfriend the wildlife expert.
A few minutes later Matt deconstructed the makeshift fox habitat and carried the trap to the patio so we could get a good look at the guy before we ( mostly Matt) loaded him up and shipped him out.
While Matt set the cage down on the patio and went to lock the back door, I crouched down to say hello to the elusive fox.
And that's when I looked at Matt and said, "I'm no zoologist. But this fox looks an awful lot like a raccoon."
And indeed it was.
And so, the fox has yet to be caught. At this point, his whereabouts are unknown.
But I'd bet he's somewhere guarding a hen house.