From The Daily Mail:
A fox bit a lump out of a mother's arm when she got out of her car to shoo it away after it had refused to move for her vehicle... She got out of her Peugeot 206 after the nonchalant fox, sitting in the middle of the road, didn't move when she honked her horn at it in Fraddon, Cornwall. After being bitten she quickly got back into her vehicle fearing she would be attacked again.
A Rose By Any Other Name...
2 hours ago
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If it doesn't move when you honk, it may be ill. So whatever you do don't let it bite you.
P.S. It's food animals I like to despatch, but that calls for a tangential blow, ideally, not a squashing flat. It's easiest with pheasant. Though we did enjoy the venison from the deer a pal killed. You may recall that my young daughter wouldn't let me collect our kangaroo, and of course the cow I killed in my youth belonged to the farmer (who, presumably, thereby owed my father a healthy sum for the damage to the car).
When we were in NZ I had the chance to bag a seal, but again the daughter intruded. They seem to be bigger, your Pacific seals, than the nice wee Atlantic jobbies I remember from my youth. Which I also failed to eat.
I call shenanigans on the whole story. No way a healthy, uncornered fox would attack a human, much less inflict that amount of damage. I wonder if it was injured, and she attempted to pick it up?
Though if it were the continent or the US, I'd be suspecting rabies.
D: "It's food animals I like to despatch, but that calls for a tangential blow, ideally, not a squashing flat."
As well documented! But I'm afraid that doesn't answer the [implied] question: would you have driven over this fox?
JM. I wouldn't be so sure, what about the fox that bit those babies in North London?
Foxsquashing: I'd have driven to span it with my wheels; if it kept its head high and got whacked by the sump, tough luck. It's only vermin after all. It's not as if it's some old dear's moggy.
D, thanks, that seems like a fair and sensible way of doing things.
PS, for sure you wouldn't eat a dead fox, but would you not be tempted to pop back and pick up the tail to keep as a trophy?
What an interesting idea. Perhaps I could use a fox tail to train our moggies to be braver about foxes. But then they might be brave and dead. Hm.
The babies case (while outside the range of normal behaviour) was a lot easier to understand - smelling of food, helpless.
A grown woman is a far more formidably opponent.
....but a grown anyone who thinks he / she can get within lunging distance of a fox with impunity isn't really all that formidable. More kind of terminally misled by watching too many "awwww innit sweeet" films on Countryfile. And I don't mean Julia Bradbury. Chance would be a fine thing.
A pissed off fox doesn't much care whether you're 20 lbs of protoplasm, or 200. The only difference is that at 200lbs, it can't drag you away :-) . Running 'em over is about right.
As for having the tail as a trophy........ gawd, the stench...... You'd have to know a good taxidermist.
I hit them with my bumper.
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