Wild Kingdom

This is a picture of a fox. Eating a squirrel. On my doorstep.

I was working from home when a friend called and told me to look out my front window at the fox eating a dead squirrel on my front step. I looked out the upstairs window but couldn't see my porch. I did, however, see a truck stopped in front of my house with the driver gawking at my porch. So I went downstairs and opened the front door and saw a fox run into the bushes. I couldn't bear to open the screen door, so I peered slowly down and saw a bushy tail and some bloody bits. I immediately shut the door and called the police--yes, the police. What do you want? I'm a city girl at heart. They told me to "shovel it into a bag and put it out with the trash." Are you kidding? Luckily, my contractor, who has an "I Love Hunting" sticker on his truck, was working at the house and when he came back from lunch, I nearly jumped into his arms. He shoveled the decapitated squirrel into a bag and threw it out. Later, I checked the step and found squirrel claws dug into my doormat. I think I saw a tooth too. Yuck.