When we were rebuilding St Pancras there was a fox used to cross the Logistics yard every evening to go and scavenge in the waste. He/she lived somewhere behind Kings Cross. I sent an e-mail out to tell everyone collecting anything from the yard to wear gloves and work on the assumption that it might be contaminated with urine.
That night it snowed and the next morning when I went in my car was covered in snow. The fox had walked to my car, up over the boot across the roof and down the bonnet.
Where the feck did he see the email? He wasn't even on the address list!!!