I like the fox. We have them running down our street every now-and-then. At about midnight, I once heard someone screaming bloody murder, I thought, so I went out of the house and didn’t see anything but what I thought was a dog. Then it screamed again, and I took a good look and saw the tail, it was a fox. Until that point, I didn’t know that a fox would scream like that, but it was bloodcurdling.