West end foxes: throwback to winter 2014, whilst I was living in Maryhill, Glasgow. The foxes would come down from Ruchill Park and raid the overflowing bins in the streets surrounding the uni. They also take naps on the banks of the Kelvin. Keen to move on from squirrels, I kept a lookout on my way home from uni, and one evening a young fox came to within 6ft to get to some leftovers on the road ^^^. In an ironic twist, the new year saw the saga when two foxes got trapped (by building on all sides and double doors of close) inside the tenement courtyard, and hid (and barked at 3am) by the bins for over a week. My desk overlooked the courtyard so it was personal. My obsession in trying to lure them out descended into madness, which involved tins of dogfood, the SSPCA and one evening when I chased them through the snowcapped gardens late at night to no avail. One afternoon I saw one of them active, so raced out to open the close double doors, and waited out by the cars. After a few minutes he shot out like a rocket towards the park; and that was the last i saw or heard of them. I went back to squirrels after that.