Wild. Life.

I'm sorry.

I did not mean to fall off the face of blogland.

I have a very wild story to tell you -- the short version is: While out walking the dog on our street, I was attacked and bitten by a fox. I am fine, but am just finishing up rabies treatment.

I'll tell you a little more when I can. As you can imagine it is a story I have found myself having to tell. A lot. And remember -- I work at an elementary school, and so that's given me a weird kind of celebrity status (and means that a LOT of parents of a LOT of kids are coming up to me because they heard a story from their kid that can't possibly be true...).

Anyway. Seriously -- it's all all right. I'm just tired, and suddenly find myself swept up in the true insanity that is always the end of a school year.

I'll be back, although with the World Cup kicking off tomorrow I realize I shouldn't over-promise!

Meanwhile, remember this: most dogs can defend themselves against foxes. If I should ever meet an aggressive fox out on a walk again, I will release Biscuit and let him do what he's bred to do -- defend me and hunt a wild animal. It's kind of like the whole walking a dog in winter thing and not going out on the ice to 'rescue' it if it falls through, since you're likely to end up dying and the dog has a decent chance at survival. Not that I'm going to die, or anything, but you get the drift.