The closest I got to playing with a baby fox when I was a kid was when a squirrel I fondly named Clarke kept coming up to our back door and asking for peanuts. Unfortunately, one time Clark was a little too precocious and jumped on my foot in an attempt to come inside with me. I had to shake him off and said a silent thank you that I was coincidentally wearing thick UGG boots.
Meanwhile, this little girl got to play with a baby fox in the desert like it was no biggie. I’d add it to my bucket list but knowing my luck, I’d most definitely be attacked.
