Where are you on the foxes?

The fox attack has brought everybody out, for and against.
The papers have been full of London's fox problem, or lack thereof, depending on what side you're on. Editorials, letters to the editor, news stories.
First, there was the mother, who said the attack on her twin daughters had been life-altering, especially for one.
God. What a thought.
To be bitten in the face by a fox, in a life-altering way, while you're lying in your cot.
There was speculation the fox was attracted to the smell of shit in the diaper. Or the sound babies make when they're sleeping.
Some people wrote saying the fox were vermin that needed to be culled. And this attack showed this.
Then there was the discussion about whether previous culls have worked (seems not).
Others wrote saying this is the first serious fox attack -- ever. And do people threaten to cull dogs when there's a dog attack? (of which, I guess there are thousands compared to this one fox attack.)
That living with the foxes was one of the special things about London.
Which is what I had thought.
Before all this.
I still like them. But I'm scared of them too.