I have a Prius with solar cells on the roof which power a fan keeping the passenger compartment from getting too stifling while parked in the sun. An adventurous mouse exploring the engine went took a fateful fall and got shredded by that fan. Cost me several hundred dollars to get everything taken apart and cleaned, and I'm sure the tech earned that money.
the _extremely_ well qualified support personnel had to finally say they weren't going to spend any more days washing rat bits off module boards.
That's why you're never supposed to vacuum rodent poop. Get it slight wet and wipe it off.
Rabbits. Vehicle wiring. Problems. https://denverite.com/2016/11/02/denver-airport-rabbits-eat-...
Who would ever imagine that their car won't start because a rabbit tested the edibility of some wiring.
This is a widespread problem in Germany, not with rabbits, but with martens. It is especially dangerous when they get a taste for the brake hoses.
Surely not martins, the birds...
But yes, many ground creatures (including human babies) test the edibility of virtually anything by chewing and tasting it :D.
We turned a corner around one of the Dougs and there was a big Pine Marten scrambling up the bole of the tree, chasing squirrel for lunch. Mystery solved!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beech_marten
Haunting people making noise at night in old houses is also a common hobby (but somebody must to run after the yummy mice).
There are super-sonic devices to be installed in the engine bay to shoo them.
You can use a dictionary or encyclopedia for word definitions. I like the Oxford for its quality, and Wikipedia for its breadth.
• https://lexico.com/definition/marten
User-friendly browsers like Opera 12 and Firefox have features to turn a form or search result into a reusable template that can be triggered with a shortcut from the address bar. I habitually make use of this for looking up definitions.
If you care to take the acquisition of skills to the 95th percentile and beyond, measured against the general population, then the material at Fravia's Searchlores (deliberately not linked) will do that.
Guessing that “martens” is the plural of “marten” also works fine.
I think many would find that easier.
At least in terms of wildlife, you're not going to escape this. Stapleton was just too small and getting surrounded by city. If you're building a replacement and have access to land, it makes sense to have a lot of it. At 50+ square miles, you're going to have some wildlife interactions almost regardless of where it is.
Toyota was sued over the issue but the suit was dismissed.
https://carbuzz.com/news/angry-toyota-owners-sue-again-over-...
They tunnel into beehives and have waged war on my NAS.
I recommend this thing for rodents - they are insanely powerful.
Here in the desert west of the USA I use the old half-full bucket of water trick. No swiveling cylinder nor bait needed; because it's dry here the water is the bait. And no bloody mess to clean up.
Took 6 months to get the thing working again.
For real alpinism you want the North Cascades, e.g., Boston Basin/T-Bone Ridge or Mount Washington. Nowadays I mostly do randonee skiing, in which case Rainier, Baker, and Adams are fine destinations with world class descents.
In this case I think what happened is the nest more or less was incinerated from the heat of the engine. Hopefully that would have killed anything that would have been aerosolized.
however, mice carry around a lot of other biohazards. if it happens again I would say google the disposal process, and/or check the CDC's reference material for it.
Many years ago a mouse built a nest in one of the heating vents of my car. He lived there peacefully until I went on a climbing trip with friends in the Olympics. We were driving up a steep dirt road to the trailhead, and I turned on the heating to help cool the engine a bit. At some point it got too hot. The mouse jumped out of the vent onto the dashboard of the car to get some fresh air.
It's hard to say who was more surprised: the mouse or the humans. We looked at him in stunned silence. He looked back. Nobody moved for what seemed like about a minute, thought it was probably more like a few seconds. Eventually one of my friends had the presence of mind to grab him and gently drop him out of the window into the bushes at the side of the road.
Then we all laughed hysterically for about 10 minutes. For the rest of the trip you just had to say "the mouse..." and it started all over again. Live well, little mouse!