DH and mouse and car - we had a 1969 Barracuda in the early/mid 1980s. DH loved that car and kept it mostly clean and tidy (rare for him!). Something or other broke, and while it sat in the driveway awaiting parts, a mouse family moved into the bottom of the driver's seat. The engine repair didn't faze the mice, and DH was focused on that so wasn't paying attention to much else. Now the seats in a Barracuda are low, and especially if you're tall, as DH is, you are setting way back and your legs stretch out kinda flat in front of you. So when he test-drove it, several little mice objected to his sitting on their home, and crawled out, running across his feet, up his legs, and in general causing a bit of consternation. Sadly, I was not along for that ride- but while he was telling me about it in a very injured tone of voice, I though it was hilarious, and could not stop laughing. We had to set traps to get the mice out, and there was a bit of smell that went away fairly quickly. He was advocating for poison bait, until I pointed out that dead/decaying mouse in seat would NOT be a smell he would want in the car. Hw never really thought it was as funny as I did.