don’t ever buy one or take it out of the wild though, please.
this one’s momma was killed on the road, we found the baby (who we named todd-the-fox) under her. we took him home, gave him milk through an eye dropper at first. he ran around the house and played with our dog. when he got bigger we started feeding him chicken. yikes, he went crazy when we got out the chicken! we had him for a month or two and had a friend who then helped reintroduce him to the wild. we’d go up to todd’s open-door cage in the woods and when my mom would say “hey todddd”, he’d cry and come out of the woods to see us.
todd was amazing. hard to believe we did that.