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For the past few weeks, a strange and eerie call has pierced the night. It’s the kind of sound that is oddly human and yet distinctly animal like…the kind of sound that makes you shiver and send prickles up the back of your neck. Usually, everyone else in the house is fast asleep, except for Sophie, our ever watchful dog, who sits by my side looking equally wide eyed and unsettled.
What could it be? we wonder to each other. Where is it?
Then there are other sounds, too. Clearly some cat or raccoon is in a fierce fight for its life. This is when our cat makes an appearance, slinking into the room and finding a spare spot on the bed. Then all is silent again. Until a few nights later, when we go through the entire cycle again.
At lunch break the other day, I decided to investigate various animal sounds, going through the obvious list of suburban critters: skunks, raccoons, possums. Nothing sounded quite right, until I went out on a wild guess with this:
So, right here in crowded suburban New Jersey, where every inch of space is taken up with houses, shopping malls, and more houses, we have foxes. Who would have thunk it?!