As I was leaving the house to go grocery shopping one afternoon in late April, I was suddenly under attack by a very aggressive fox. It came charging at me from around the corner of the house, about ten feet away, and was closing in on me FAST! I had no time to turn and run, so I did the only thing I could in that split second… I began to swing my AmeriBag to hit it. The instant realization that hitting it might do no good at all prompted me to throw the bag at the fox instead, in hopes that I would knock it over. It was no more than two feet away from me when my AmeriBag connected soundly with the animal and did, indeed, knock it off its feet.
Immediately, the fox turned its aggression onto the bag and proceeded to bite it and claw it while snarling and growling, and then began dragging it towards our backyard. I would have gone back inside the house, but since I had locked the door and the house keys were in the bag that the fox now had, I couldn’t. The fox went under a high porch with my bag and continued to attack it. After a few unsuccessful attempts to hit the fox with rocks so that it would run away and leave me and my bag alone, I decided to run to my car that was in our shed across the driveway. I ran, the fox noticed, and it chased me. I managed to get into the car before any contact was made.
The fox then attacked a broom hanging on our shed wall. It clawed and gnawed on it all while growling for a number of minutes. It then wandered around in the shed, went back to the yard, revisited the AmeriBag, came back into the shed to again attack the broom and came over to the car and proceeded to scratch and claw the driver’s door. When it pulled itself up on the side-view mirror and tried to chew that, I began to believe that I was living in a Stephen King novel. The sound of the growling and the sight of the sharp teeth –these are things that nightmares are made of.
I was thus trapped in my car for 2 ½ hours until our neighbors arrived and my husband got home from work (at about the same time). I had lost sight of the fox after about 1 ½ hours, but I was not about to go retrieve my bag from under the porch when the animal could have been ANYWHERE. And remember, my house keys and my car keys were in my bag.
Once the excitement was over, I called some neighbors to warn them that there was a possibly rabid fox in our neck of the woods. I learned that they had just shot an aggressive fox an hour or so before. So that’s where it went when I lost track of it! The Department of Health subsequently verified that the fox was, indeed, rabid, just as I had thought.
The rest of the story: After checking on-line, I determined that my AmeriBag was most likely safe to touch, but I decided to disinfect it with the bleach/water solution that was recommended and to put it through the washing machine, anyway. My “Classic Distressed Nylon” bag certainly IS durable and has come through the experience unscathed!