I returned from an early morning bike ride last week to see a fox trot calmly through the back alley.
I braked hard. A fox? In the 4000 north block of Chicago? I stared closely to make sure I wasn’t being fooled by someone’s dog. Thin face, lean body, reddish fur, bushy tail… definitely a fox.
I’d started having doubts about the sighting until this morning, when I saw the fox pass quietly through my neighbor’s yard, a dead squirrel hanging from his mouth.
Unless the fox is my power animal appearing to me during cycling-induced hallucinations, it might be time to call animal control. This guy’s just trying to survive, but there are kids on this block, not to mention small dogs and (gasp) cats.
The fox was only the first oddity to surface after I started training for the Fleet Feet Sports Super Sprint Triathlon. A few days ago I raced a thunderstorm to the local outdoor pool for lap swim, arriving at the empty pool just as the rain began to fall. Fortunately only lightning could prevent me from getting in a swim – or so I thought.
“No lap swim today,” one of the lifeguards called out to me from the other side of the pool gate. “Someone pooped in the pool.”
Oh, city living.