Bob walks out in the woods everyday this time of year. He's got nothing better to do than to take his bottle and set his trap. Insistent on the catch, he pulls the metal pieces apart and places it on the ground. Bob climbs up a tree and waits.
its a bit too late for fox, and plus, everytime they come near he scares them away.
The trap wouldnt work anyway. its hinges are far too loose to hold onto anything for very long.
Bob takes a pull from the bottle and tries to forget about that. Instead, he thinks about all the love letters not written to him.