Hubby didn't think so at the time, we had one fox called CJ, he would only let me near him and used to drag me round the kitchen by my jeans whenever I walked in. If hubby got within biting distance, CJ would have him in a flash, I'd then pick CJ up to cuddle him and he'd nuzzle my face
We used to regularly have the local plod round to spend time with them, a couple were staunch wild life supporters and used to bring their colleagues round to the mad house
I'm not sure I would want to go through it again, our house got completely wrecked and I'd often walk up the road to see them hanging off my net curtains
They learnt to open the back door and one night we heard a load of crunching
We came down to 4 little faces peering out of my kitchen door after they'd chewed all the beading and the perspex glass to escape into the rest of the house
All in all, it was an unforgettable experience and I have fond memories of the little hooligans