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Like many rural people, we have mice in our car.
This isn’t anything unusual. They crawl up from underneath the chassis and clamber through the duct work, and the next thing you know the roll of toilet paper you keep in the back seat for emergency purposes is chewed to shreds. The presence of mice also lends a certain… let us say immediacy to unloading groceries.
The other day my husband, while investigating a mysterious clunking noise in the back (our car is getting old), lifted the panel that hides the spare tire. This is what he saw:
Note how neatly organized everything is. In this tray we have dog food, mixed with a few chocolate chips:
In this tray we have pasta and more dog food, padded with a bit of shredded toilet paper.
What can I say? We have prepper mice. Organized prepper mice.