Trapped a fox

 

Of course it was a dream, though it's not that far outside of reality. I dreamed I trapped the fox that has been eating my guinea hens babies. In this case he was also killing cats and in general being a poop. He was making daytime appearances and even coming into the house. He had to go. 

I got out the trusty animal trap, which I have used to send many feral cats to an unknown, undesirable terminus at the animal shelter. I found this little fox to be quite personable, though, and decided to drive him down to the river to release him. 

A few strangers I encountered along the way all agreed it was a very considerate and humane thing to do. He entered the trap easily after first deciding that my car was a nice place to habitate. I gently herded him in, and he nipped at me playfully without really biting. He'd have made a good pet, were he not, you know, a killer. 

On the way to the river, I stopped off at the grocery store for god knows what. I was on some kind of disabled wheeled-device, similar to a skateboard. It was difficult to maneuver, and I wound up stuck in line. I wasn't buying anything, so I decided I needed find a more direct way out. 

I tried to go around the checker, but there was no room in those aisles for passersby, so I exited by a more direct route designated for shopping carts and such. I found the main obstruction to be a person who I knew from YC Honda, Glenna, the old parts manager.

"Thanks a lot, Glenna," I said, giving her the familiar shit-talking greeting. 

We made small talk, mostly related to the fact that we'd not seen each other in roughly 15 years or more. I had a fox to release, so I had to go. 

Meanwhile, down at the river, it was an uneventful release. I opened the cage, and he scurried away, never to be seen again. 

On my return trip, somehow I was driving a big yellow school bus. I had to follow another bus and was just getting the hang of turning the behemoth as we pulled away from the curb for the first time. One of those on-the-job training kinds of situations. I managed OK, though I had to stand up in order to reach all the controls.

I saw a cop scoping me out as we made our way through an intersection. I just knew he was gonna find something wrong with the way I was driving the bus, or perhaps just the fact that I was  driving it, but he let me through the intersection without incident. 

I don't remember much more than that. I had to wake up and turn off the big sprinkler so my automatic sprinklers would work. I made it with seconds to spare, then came into the house, had my morning piss and then sat down to document this dream. I guess I'll stay awake, though my eyes and body feel like sleeping some more. Perhaps just a short rest...