hanging out on someone's porch (!), and so on. Someone caught a close enough glimpse of the fox to see what looked like the telltale foam around its mouth. Rabies. We haven't seen the fox lately, and the local animal control department thinks it probably died of rabies. Which makes me sad.
The day we heard about the fox the twins spent an hour looking out the window, debating whether the squirrels had rabies because they were "acting funny." I was of the opinion that gorging on fallen birdseed was a perfect appropriate thing for a piggypants squirrel to do and they shouldn't worry about it.
In other news, I'll be heading to Columbus, Ohio, on Friday for TNNA, and I had just barely enough time to sneak one last BBF update in -- today I uploaded twenty skeins of lovely half-merino, half-silk, in a fingering weight, called SoftSilk.
I probably won't get a chance to post for a few days, so look for some quickie updates on Facebook or the full scoop next week.