I had a fear of foxes for a while when I was little. I was playing outside one day when my dogs found a den of baby foxes (kits) so I started to play with them and the mom fox came (vixen) and bit my foot. I have a very vivid memory of kicking my white canvas shoe with a fox attached to it, trying to shake it off. My mom was painting the house that day and she and my brother climbed up the ladder. I think my dad eventually intervened. I don't remember what happened after that.
