So its 4:30pm and I'm on my way to the bank to deposit $3000 in cash from work and happily toolin' down the strip in the GT when to my horror, a mouse runs out from under my seat, along the console and up under the dash. Between watching traffic and instantly considering my options, I see another mouse exit the passenger seat and travel his side of the console up under the dash. Now you can imagine what was going thru my head when I realized that there I was--driving 45mph with traffic on all sides and my pant leg laying invitingly open right next to the path taken by the rodent. All of a sudden they both shoot out of the dash and retrace their steps along the console, dangerously close to my leg and back under the seats. Let me state here and now that I am not afraid of mice. On a regular basis, I have to wrestle live and dead mice out of the Jaws of Death known as my cat, Winston. But the thought of one inadvertently racing up my pant leg--unintentionally, mind you, sent me into a panic. I just wasn't sure I could keep it together with a mouse in my pants while negotiating traffic in a hurry to pull over--of which there was no place to do so for quite some distance. My spouse's office was half way between me and the Bank. I gritted my teeth and talked calmly to the rodents, imploring them to stay put till I could park the beauty. So they did and I flew into spouses office, slammed the door and gasped that I needed his help. Needed to get to the bank before it closed--he threw me his Tundra keys and I was off like a prom dress. He drove the beauty home and we have set mouse traps in the car. This morning, the traps are emptly. I ask you--what the heck am I to do to keep them out or even get them out? Its that time of year--I see where they have started pulling the "stuffing" out of the firewall under the dash and some has melted on the oil resevoir-thingy. Halp! Just don't suggest mothballs. I used them once in the garage and my 2.5 RS stunk like high heaven and it wasn't even close to the mothballs. EEK!