Last Saturday, the dogs were in the backyard barking for-ev-er. I finally went outside to get them, and I realized there was something on the other side of the fence. At first glance, I thought, "Great. It's a kitten." I was not excited at all about it potentially being a kitten. I actually started thinking, "What am I going to do with a kitten? Who can I pawn it off on?" But when it made a weird hyena-like noise, I realized it was most definitely not a kitten. Upon further inspection, I realized it was indeed a baby fox!
This probably goes without saying, but I proceeded to run inside screaming. I found Matt, and demanded he come out to look at it. He just leaned over the fence, picked it up, and carried it inside. The whole time, I'm following him saying, "Oh my god, you are carrying a fox."
After some quick research, we determined that it was about 12 days old and that we could feed it preemie formula. As you can imagine, I immediately went to the store and got some formula. When we found her she was about 10 inches long (without her tail) and 4 inches tall. She weighed a little less than one pound! I have not measured her again, but I do know that she now weighs one pound, two ounces.
Her name is Roxy, and she is awesome.
