Fox With The Runs

I'll paint the picture for you. On Fridays, I have to be at work at 6 a.m. That's when I have to be there, not saying that is when I actually start working. See, I spend a lot of time in the back room of the store. Conveniently enough, there is a back door that is close to where I park my car as well as the area that is for employees who smoke to take their breaks. Seeing as how I smoke, I use this area often. Also near this spot is a wooded area that separates the Acme's parking lot from the offices next to it. In said wooded area lives a little grey fox. At first I thought it was a red fox but it had no idea who Lamont or Elizabeth was, so I was apparently mistaken. Well, this past Friday I punched in at 6:03 and then went to the back room as I do every work day. Bill, the guy I work closest with, had a cup of coffee and was already heading for the back door. I quickly follow. We went outside and immediately saw the fox coming out of the small wooded area. We watched as it walked from the tall grass and into the parking lot (I say parking lot but other than employees no one uses the side parking area) and headed towards the area we use for break. The fox walked around the picnic table we sit at to smoke while we take break and then I watched as it almost sat down but not quite and then arched it's back in an oddly familiar way. Suddenly, I realized the fox was taking a crap right near the picnic table. My cell phone was in my car which was between me and the fox. I slowly walked to my car while the fox finished his business, fished my keys out of my pants pocket, and opened my drivers side door. All the while I did not take my eyes off of the fox for more than a second. I didn't actually think I was going to get my phone in time to snap a photo of the fox in mid-poo but I had to keep remembering it's a fox. It would probably just run away from me but I didn't feel like explaining to my boss how I got attacked by a fox 10 minutes after punching in. As expected, sometime during the few seconds I moved my attention from the fox to get my cell phone, the fox finished his potty break and was making his way back to the wooded area. I didn't get a picture of the fox pooing. I didn't even get a photo of the fox. But I did get a picture of the pile of poo. Apparently our little fox has been overdoing it on the fiber. Enjoy and happy Sunday to ya.