A little over a week-and-a-half ago, we discovered evidence of mice in our garage, an issue with which we've dealt successfully before by using over-the-counter rodent killing food and making sure that there are no accessible food sources available to tempt the little devils - a process we repeated last week. About the same time, I noticed that the oil temp gauge in my little black hot rod (pictured below in happier days) was not working, but - dunce that I am - I never made the connection (no pun intended) between the two events. On Wednesday, I took my car to our BMW dealer, expecting a simple warranty repair, but of course the car was not at fault. Rather, the mice had built a nest within the engine area and chewed at the wiring - repair of which involves considerable time and effort amounting to a bill of almost $1400.00.
Now the good news: because I carry full comprehensive on our cars, the repair was completely covered; my insurance company (USAA) contacted the dealer (who had sensibly photographed the damage) for the repair costs, for which I will be compensated by direct deposit. I picked up the car yesterday.
Since we implemented our preventative steps in the garage, we've seen little further evidence of activity; nevertheless, a professional exterminator is coming Monday to provide more fire power. At first, I smiled about the demise of the creatures that inflicted the damage to my car until I remembered Starbuck's famous admonition of Ahab:
"Vengeance on a dumb brute that smote thee from blindest instinct! Madness! To be enraged with a dumb thing, Captain Ahab, seems blasphemous."
Jer