So I hear I am being stalked by a cute little fox!
Somebody needs to tell him his big, bushy tail gives him away every time. He's got to hold it below the horizon --- work on perfecting that belly crawl, my furry little friend. Just watch out for ticks in the grass...
This is such a funny group name that I am compelled to take up this behaviour.
I am on the trail, although celery leaves little evidence.
Celery lacks footprints and scent marks, so I will have to be very, very vigilant.
Excuse me, I have some stalkin' to do.