Rats ate my Spark Plugs

[threemeninaboat]

On a day to day basis I drive around in the company car, a 2006 white PT Cruiser, which I hate.
Friday morning, after the blizzard, I go to start my PT and it's not turning over.
"Broken." I say.
And leave it until it thaws.
Still Broken.
"It's out of gas. Put gas in it." My boss says.
"It's not out of gas, it has 1.5 gallons left, it's not even on 'E' yet."
"Go put gas in it!"
So I do.
Still broken. I go home.
This morning I jump it. (who the HELL hides the battery UNDER the air filter?!)
Still broken.
Which means I get to drive the bosses car around, the 2008 Scion xB. Hot.
I love it, tons of fun, a real looker. I wish I had some great hip hop cds.
The mechanic calls in. Rats ate my spark plugs, and wires, and most things in that area of the engine.
The rats in the office dumpster are the size of dachshunds, seriously, and there's only tropical plants in that dumpster. I think they eat the bunnies too.
So tomorrow I get the xB again. Woot.



Wow. I was just looking on the internets. My 13 year old 150,000 miles Subaru Impreza Outback Sport, is worth about the same as my PT Cruiser.

Comments

[manintheboat.livejournal.com]

If his air filter was where my air filter is, they would have been fried.

[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

Not enough voltage. You'd have to lick both terminals to even feel a good tingle. What you need is to wire the spark coil to the engine somehow so that every once in a while it kicks up to 20,000V with respect to the frame of the car. That'd fix a rat or two.
Of course then they'd be lying dead on the exhaust pipe when you tried to drive the car and you'd find yourself simultaneously starvingly hungry and disgusted at yourself for being hungry.

[gows.livejournal.com]

Last summer, a friend of mine stayed at our place for a couple of days. Shortly thereafter, she wound up taking her car in for some work. The mechanic found a nest of fried baby mice in the engine.