Not cycling related, but...
It was my last evening at Isle Royale NP in the middle of Lake Superior, and I was at the Rock Harbor ranger station. I went to the evening naturalist program and passed by a fox and her cubs. The rangers said that she got into one of the buildings and gave birth, and they were letting the family stick around until the cubs were old enough to be moved.
After the program, I returned to my adirondack shelter and went to sleep. At 4 am, I heard some noise outside and swung around the business end of my flashlight in time to see the shiny eyes of a couple of foxes. I figured, no big deal, I had everything that they could carry off inside the shelter with me, and went back to sleep.
Next morning, I pack up my stuff, but couldn't find my walking stick. After several minutes of searching, I finally found the stick about 30 yards away from the shelter in the weeds. The walking stick was missing a leather strap that went through a hole drilled through the stick. The foxes were interested in the strap, but had to drag the stick that far before they could get the strap loose.