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I arrived home last night a little before 11:00 PM after having coffee with a few friends in what I will now refer to as "the city" (note the lower case "c"). Actually, it was a suburb of the city, but the city nonetheless. It was a nice night, so I took the long route home and I managed to make it to the top of the driveway without killing anything larger than the size of 1 billion bugs.

As I was driving down the driveway (which is actually a road) I spotted what I thought to be one of the cats lying down, facing the barn. With my high beams on, I opened the car door and yelled, "Rocky!" No response. I got out of the car to walk closer only to find that this thing was much larger than a cat, much larger than a cat because it was a Fox. A Fox, just laying there, proudly, like it owned the place. Startled, I slowly walked backwards to my car.

I had to take a minute to figure out how I was going to make it to the house. You see, once I turn off my headlights, I have to walk about 20 yards IN THE DARK before the motion light senses me and turns on. So I turned off my car and IN THE DARK walked toward the house in a fashion very reminiscent of how one would walk up the basement stairs. Cautiously yet quickly. Making every attempt not to trip as I was shielding my peripheral vision... blocking my view of a "potentially" rabid Fox so it will not latch onto my - what I can only imagine is a very delicious leg. IN THE DARK. I will never get the shielding eyes part. I guess if I cannot see it, it cannot possibly exist, right? Where's Jean-Paul Sartre when you need him?

The motion light kicked in by the time I reached the porch. As I was about to open the door, I noticed a bunch of small glowing eyes in the field beside me. And before my heart could stop, I realized that they were only lightning bugs.