Last night at 1 AM as I was riding my bike home, a fox started to pop out from between parked cars, directly into my path in the bike lane. It jumped back out of my way, thank goodness. I’ve already run over a rat. I don’t need to find out what happens if I hit a fox. I’ve seen foxes in Petworth and Brightwood and the fancy neighborhoods of upper northwest, but this was the little stub of Florida Ave between Sherman and 10th, across from the Whole Foods. I guess urban foxes have adapted to supermarket Dumpsters?