c We have had only one dire emergency. North of Perth we picked up a hitchhiker, a bush rat, who took up residence deep within the dash. Terrified at the thought of having my truck eaten from the inside out, especially the havoc a rodent could wreak on the wiring, I hit the little varmint with everything I could. I tried to smoke him out with mozzie coils. I bought a trap that could snap a wombat in half and baited it with parmesan. He wasn’t interested. He got stuck into baits — but he might have taken up to a week to die. Then, of course, we would have to live with wafts of dead rat from the air vents. Before I resorted to ripping the dash out, I tried baiting the trap with peanut butter. Victory!