Vulpes Vulpes, the red fox. This one moved from a wall at Owen’s 501 diner in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, to a wall in my office here in the south of France. It crossed the Atlantic in an enormous cardboard box, designed both to protect the thin and therefore fragile limbs, as well as to intrigue the recipient, yours truly. On both counts, the box fulfilled its missions admirably well. And no, of course the fox (I still have to find a name for it and am open to suggestions) was not stolen off a diner wall! He was part of an exhibit of many colorful animals, and he was the one chosen and purchased just for me. Now, I know that this won’t make sense to anyone except David and Eric. Thanks, guys! And as for the rest of you: you may not get it, but damn, isn’t he cute?