I am a townie. I am not particularly militant about it; I am reasonably fond of the countryside but when's all said and done I prefer built-up areas, easy access to dial-out takeaways and night-time light pollution. I now live in the twilight world of the suburbs, a nice green leafy one on the fringes of the Metropolis. I quite like this too, as nothing makes you as grateful that you made it to the 'burbs as growing up in Deptford. I digress. This explains my ignorance of the Fox. I am used to the Urban Fox, that putrid grey, mange-ridden skeleton that rifles through bins and occasionally throws itself under the wheels of lorries in the early hours, providing a nutritional breakfast for urban pigeons. However, I am not used to the luxuriant, umber-coated, cheeky rural fox. I am more used to seeing him in hunting prints on pub walls. I now have one of these cheery rural foxes living in my garden. He (She? It?) is utterly shameless, and as I returned home this morning at silly O' clock there he was lying outside my kitchen door. "Fcuk off!" I said. It yawned, picked itself up, and wandered off (lazily). He was back at midday, sheltering like a big girl's blouse from a light drizzle. I eyed him warily, wondering if he was too nimble to chuck a brick at. I decided he was. Now, this is the question I need to ask rural ARRSERs. I have a small baby. Is the fox a threat to him? If so I will call the council and have the fcuker shot...I'm pretty sure he's plotted up behind my shed. Or should I put up with this new denizen of my garden and enjoy my morning banter with him? I am genuinely clueless as what to do. Suggestions? V!