We have a new fox in the neighborhood. And he's a talker.
I think fox barks are creepy; more like a bark overlaid by a scream. A single, sharp, disturbing noise that raises the hair on the back of one's neck before the realization dawns that it's just a fox. If you've never heard a fox scream, watch PBS. On every show ever filmed in England, at some point, you will hear a fox screaming in the background.
Our new fox runs through the neighborhood screaming his head off. I used to get out of bed and watch one stroll down the sidewalk taking detours into front yards to investigate. He'd scream after every 50 feet traversed. I haven't seen the new one, just heard him. His scream is particularly piercing and high-pitched. And non-stop. He must have amazing lungs.
The problem is, Ray hears it too and it sets off his fox-alarm. Last night the fox-alarm went off half a dozen times, and just like those stupid car-alarms, it's kind of hard to turn off once it gets going. Since Ray sleeps on the futon right outside our bedroom, it has a tendency to impair sleep. At the best of times, his tones are not dulcet; in the middle of the night, they are downright (choose one of the following)