Some of the wildlife in the Baker Valley includes smaller critters that sometimes inhabit places we humans would prefer they not. I’ve recently discovered that deer mice have made the Ranger a place to call home, leaving chewed bags of dog treats and droppings as a parting gift. Yesterday, one made it’s presence known by scampering under the dash as I opened the door.
Not wanting chewed wiring (hopefully it’s not), I set a couple of traps near where I saw it scuttle away. Success, a double dead mouse. I have no idea how this happened, but the results were satisfactory.
Now to ensure there are no others, and to figure out how they got in the truck.
Not wanting chewed wiring (hopefully it’s not), I set a couple of traps near where I saw it scuttle away. Success, a double dead mouse. I have no idea how this happened, but the results were satisfactory.
Now to ensure there are no others, and to figure out how they got in the truck.