I remember there was a fox by my apartment in Monterey; it lived in the field by my place. He was friendly and ate from the garbage can…I suppose it domesticated him because he was not afraid of humans. I took him as a mascot for our building. Spoke to him. But one day he was gone. He was real, like the raccoons with their little bandit masks. There was also a snake that lived there too – a big, scary Boa; supposedly. But someone killed it.