05/28/2026
Living with a baby fox is like raising a tiny drunk toddler that was banned from three national parks. 🦊😭
Mike said: “We are NOT spoiling her.”
Mike 12 hours later:
• built her a blanket throne
• hand delivers snacks like room service
• wakes up instantly if she makes one tiny peep
• calls her “Daddy’s Princess” completely unironically
This little orange psychopath now runs the entire homestead.
She gets hiccups when she’s excited… Which is CONSTANTLY.
So she’ll come sprinting through the house like a possessed marshmallow at Mach 7 hiccuping like a broken lawn mower, screaming because someone had the audacity to stop petting her for 0.3 seconds. 😭
And when she doesn’t get her way? Oh she YELLS.
Not cute little noises. I’m talking full Karen-at-the-service-desk levels of outrage.
You’d think we denied her inheritance and shut off her WiFi..
The sound that comes out of this tiny fluffy cloud is somewhere between:
• angry toddler
• tea kettle
• banshee
• smoke detector with low batteries
The dogs are confused. The geese are offended. The chickens have accepted their fate. And Mike? Mike would probably fistfight a bear for this tiny screaming ball of fluff.
At this point we don’t own a fox. We’re just staff at her very loud, very chaotic woodland resort. 👑🦊
