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A small orange fox cub exploring a suburban garden near a baby blanket

That Time a Baby Fox Invaded Our Garden (And Teething Saved Us)

It was 6:13 AM on a Tuesday, and I was standing in the kitchen wearing one sock, watching my daughter aggressively gnaw on the corner of our faux-mid-century sideboard like a starved termite. I glanced out the glass doors hoping...

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