TLF returns home after a night away to be greeted by some ominous wording on the Mr TLF authored shopping list.
This seems an extreme reaction to what was a pre-agreed, one night absence. Turns out however that this was not a poorly hidden bit of TLF-icide planning, but instead Mr TLF,’s reaction to nocturnal developments. The front garden at TLF Towers had become a popular destination with your Fox about town. The ideal environ in which to consume the half eaten meatballs, leftover chicken and other urban detritus purloined from bins further up the road. I can only assume that the background music, decoration or ambience of the bin location does not live up to the fox’s preference. We have become a Fox BYO. And a Fox something else by the postprandial noises and early morning odours.
As a result Mr TLF has becomes a hardline foxiteer.
TLF explains that apart from the irony/hypocrisy/toxic undermining of the brand TLF (I jest), by any threats against our furry friends emanating from TLF Towers, the poisoning of foxes is ILLEGAL. You can’t gas them, you can’t prorogue them, and right now the Supreme Court has other things on its mind.
Put up some motion sensory lights and hope that they get bored and find a new dining room. Which soon enough they do.
At which point the mining bees move in and take over the whole front garden. Quieter but greater in number.
Anyone would think we were running a wildlife Air Bee n Bee (copyright Mr TLF)
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