I arrived home from work the other day at 6:15pm. I pulled into the drive and walked to the street to check the mail and bring the trash can up to the garage. As I'm headed to the house, wheelie bin in tow, I hear my neighbor holler, "Dorn, Come See What I got!"
I saw him between the garage and the cars with his kids when I pulled in. I'd waved and said hello before I grabbed the mail. I'm not thinking any big deal. I did know that his leaf blower had broken a few weeks ago, so I figured it was a new toy.
Ladies and gentleman, I do not hunt. I'm not a vegan, nor do I value the life of an animal over that of a human. This made me want to jump out of my skin.
Yep, that's a fox....I promise it is not a cat, look at it's pointy nose.
My neighbor and his brood (triplet five year old girls and a seven year old boy) were standing around a work table with that little guy laying on it. His son said "We're gonna skin it!" One of his little girls was stroking its tail. Another asked "Daddy are we gonna eat it?" Thankfully he and I were unanimous as we synchronously blurted out "You don't eat Fox."
I'll admit it was a pretty animal. The fact that he was tanning it wasn't upsetting, my wife owns a coat or two with fox around the collar. It was just jarring, kinda like walking into the middle of a horror movie...everyone's dying and you don't know what's led up to it but the rest of the folks around you seem at ease about the whole situation.
I went inside to help my wife get the kids ready, we were going Christmas shopping. I'd told my wife about it and showed her the pictures. She thought it was cool. We left the house less than 10 minutes later. Our neighbor met us in the driveway with a fully skinned fox...hand covered in blood. I'll freely admit that it intimidates me that he can skin anything in under 10 minutes...let alone with the seeming precision at which this was done. (My kitchen skills with Fish and Chicken don't count!)
As my wife admired it, my daughter didn't even notice its existence. She was too caught up with "BOY!" er, her "nickname" for his son. No joke she wails for "BOY" forever after they are separated.
I love Texas!