A short while ago, I backed out of my driveway onto our street and a whole lotta people were staring at my house. I drove up to them and asked what was going on. There was a mange infested fox very near my property line and they were trying to keep an eye on it till the police or animal control arrived. I was gone about a half hour, hoping this would all be over by the time I returned. It wasn't.
I came inside and soon looked out my window and saw two police cars on the street directly in front of my house with one of the officers walking toward my door. I went outside and asked if this was about the fox. It was. "We are going to put it down, ma'am. You may want to go back inside."
"NO!" I said, "I want to watch!" He seemed okay with that.
I kept an eye on the animal until he grabbed his gun. It wasn't his service firearm, but a shotgun. The fox would walk a few feet, then lay down. Then get up and do it again.
The neighbors thanked the officers for taking care of this on a Sunday afternoon.
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