Not-so-clever fox messing with the wrong man

We’ve heard of urban and rural foxes, but Charlie Adleyis involved in a territorial struggle with what seems to be a mixture of the two

AFTER washing the dishes, I feel a sad need to reassert an idea of manhood. Stepping outside the back door, I inhale the cold, sweet country air, the deep darkness of night, the silence of winter. Wandering into the garden, I scent my territory and feel primal.

Not primal enough, because the next morning a fresh fox pooh was laid over the spot where I peed the night before.