I live in a small city but fairly close to the edge of wooded hills. All sorts of critters venture down around my house. One day, a fox was running around, maybe 50 yards away. It looks at me, runs away a bit, stops and looks back, does it again. I’m on my front porch, near my door. It turns to face me and we lock eyes. Staring contest. We’re having a moment. Suddenly it barks, a gritty high pitched chirp. Felt like an ice cube slid up my butthole.