Prayer for a packrat
Last week a packrat moved into my 2006 Prius. Returning from a visit to a friend’s, I lifted the hood of my car—folklore says that the open air can deter prospective residents—and found a bright-eyed critter with big ears blinking up at me. I was horrified.
Friends might remember that I had a similar rodent-in-residence last summer and, by the time I discovered him, or her, the animal had eaten through my wiring harness, shorted out the car’s computer system, and ended up costing my insurance company $15,000 in repairs. I couldn’t risk that again. I called in the big guns—my husband, Micheal.
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