Rats.

Lucy has a rat in her car. We don't know how it happened, but he's in there.  He's been in there for days.  She takes him everywhere she drives, pretty much.  She's not too happy about it, don't misunderstand me.  But we've had our share and I think we're not the only ones who have had mice/rats before, so I'll share what I told her because I've been told I'm kinda Rambo about rats. 

She thought it had died because it stopped making noise, but then this morning she got in the car and it had chewed through a water cup.  He can smell water and he’s probably dehydrated, but had enough to drink last night. Whatever he wants, put it in the trap and you will get him.

 

She had to go to the dealer to have something else looked at on her car, so she asked them about it while she was there. "There was serious discussion of my rat/s, involving several people, and then 'at least 3 hours at $115/hr' was said, and then 'replace the entire evaporative system, pretty costly' to get rid of any health impact from breathing the crap behind the dashboard."

 

She have to get the rat out because it will bite and her car is full of rat poop now and I’m sorry if this is freaking you out but here is a real truly solution:

 

1. Get 4 rat traps, whatever you have. 
2. Duct tape them to each floor in your car. Driver, passengers, back.
3. Put tiny containers, lids, of very hot or very cold water, an ice cube would be easy, attached by peanut butter to the trap.
4. Set traps. 
5. Remove mouse and worship me forever.

I am a totally crazy woman. I am so weird about a lot of stuff. But sometimes it takes someone like me to figure these things out. Like I said, I had a mouse/rat that was chewing on the girls flip flops at night. Chew chew chew. Bacon, peanut butter, everything, did not work. I went to the store where they had vending machines for kids, you know, stickers, toys, homies, etc. I put a quarter in one and got a brand new, extra good smelling super ball. I took a knife and cut into it, almost in half and tore it apart so it would have nooks and crannies, like an English muffin for a rat.

Fred set the trap (remember, I don’t like loud noises and I blink too much trying to get that thing closed) and we weren’t in bed 15 minutes and WHAMMO. Dead mouse. I was so happy. I actually took a picture of it. And this was before blogs were invented, so that picture was only for my own satisfaction.

 

Hear me now and believe me later.