A Fox and a Freighter? Seriously?!
Honestly, are we even trying anymore? I’ve dealt with rogue squirrels in my attic, pigeons staging elaborate heists on my bird feeder, but this? This takes the biscuit. A fox. A perfectly capable, undeniably British fox apparently decided transatlantic travel was a suitable hobby. Stowaway on a cargo ship? Really? Did it send out an RSVP? Request a tiny passport?
I mean, I get it. England’s lovely and all, but maybe this fella craved American freedom. Freedom to raid someone elses garbage bins, presumably. Now we have the glorious task of figuring out how to reintegrate a wild animal into an ecosystem it has absolutely no business being in.
And the resources! Think of the time, the manpower, the money that will be expended on this furry interloper’s relocation. While schools crumble and bridges collapse, were playing wildlife concierge for a fox who clearly had better judgement skills when selecting his breakfast than choosing his mode of transportation. Its just…peak ridiculousness.
I sincerely hope he enjoys the welcome committee, because I am absolutely not contributing to it. Someone else can deal with the chaos. I’ll be over here questioning all of humanity.
