Meet Your Neighbourhood Menace
They've been here longer than the pubs. They've seen things.
Viking veterans. Foxes have been skulking around Dublin since the 10th century — that's longer than the Guinness brewery, Trinity College, and the Spire combined. They predate everything. They were here first.
City slickers. Dublin Bay foxes are genetically distinct from their rural cousins. They're proper jackeens — smaller, smarter, and absolutely fearless. They'll stroll down Grafton Street at 3am like they're paying the mortgage on the place.
Domestic terrorists. That shed at the end of your garden? Not yours anymore. A vixen has already scouted it. She'll move in come spring and you'll hear the pups scrabbling around while you're trying to watch the Late Late Show. You don't own that shed. You're just renting it from the foxes.
Opportunistic eaters. Their diet is basically "whatever you dropped." Rats, discarded chipper, your wheelie bin contents, half a sausage roll outside the Centra — it's all five-star dining to a Dublin fox. They're the ultimate freegans.
