The fox is one of my favorite animals. They are cunning beasts of storybook fables and in real life they are incredibly adaptable creatures.
When I was living in Colorado, I had a close-fox-encounter in downtown Denver. I'd been playing poker with some friends and in the early wee hours of the morning (2am-ish) I was strolling back to my car, parked two blocks off one of the major streets in downtown Denver. As I got closer to the car, a dog ran across the street and stopped under a streetlight.
Thinking someone's pet had gotten loose, I tried to coax it over with a "Heeeere doggydoggydoggy."
I was not drunk.
When it turned in my direction, I realized it wasn't a dog at all, but a red fox. After giving me a scornful glance ("Did you just call me a DOG?? Idiot!"), it trotted off and disappeared between two houses.
Here are some other neato foxy items: