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Originally Posted by cromag
It would be bad enough if they just tore up the insulation and chewed on rafters and the aluminum ducts from the bathroom vents -- but there are a lot of wires up there! Many (most?) insurance companies have fine print saying they don't have to pay if your house burns down due to rodents chewing on wires.
I gave mine swimming lessons. They were very bad at it.
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In the desert, the Lord looked down upon his creation, and thought..."Lord, someday,
assholes might decide to live here, against my OBVIOUS indications that they should not, as clearly, I've intended this as a Destination Resort stopover for those poor souls headed to Hell. A sneak preview, so to speak." And in his Wisdom, the Lord created packrats; little tiny creatures that look like cute widdle mice, as his desert-y janitors and clean-up crews.
And, while He was at it, he thought, "eh, what the hell, I'll make something cute that I call 'ground squirrels,' too." He did so; making one type that look like Eastern US chipmunks, and another that look like children's pet gerbils. Both are blessed with "Awwwwwwwwww" factor.
And the Lord was happy with what he'd made.
Meanwhile, assholes came to live in the Lord's creation. And He thought...hmmmm, maybe those creatures could also develop a craving for wire insulation, foam padding, and the like. This oughta move the Assholes out of my Freeview of Hell.
But, humans being what we are...we moved here anyway. Some of us figure, well, what the hell, we need the free preview. Might as well become accustomed.
Which was fine, up to the point that the little bastards ATE MY CAR. Seriously. The entire electrical system, some insulation in the engine compartment, hood insulators, you name it.
When God got done laughing, the bill was just under $2K USD to get it fixed. I'm pretty pacifist when it comes to sharing my space with our critter neighbors--we have tarantulas that live under the front porch, a Coyote Crew that beds down in our copse, a Great Horned that sits on our roof at each full moon, "telling it, brother," but man...they ATE MY CAR. It's hard to be in synch with nature when they're eating your CAR. It ain't like we have mass transit out here.
Hitch