Sunday, March 24, 2013
On my way back from my adjunct teaching gig last Thursday afternoon, I came to a stop sign and suddenly smelled the really strong odor of gasoline. Oh, please, let he driver who had just passed through the intersection have overfilled his tank. But, of, course, such was not the case; the almost perceptibly falling needle on the fuel gauge confirmed that I was leaking gas.
I stopped for a quick errand, looked under the car, and saw the gasoline fairly spewing onto the pavement. Fortunately, when I turned off the car, the stream stopped and I could complete my errand. But the streaming renewed as soon as I restarted the car.
Fearing that even if I got back home I wouldn't be able to get the car started again, I pulled into my mechanic's garage and reported the problem. I left the car, and my mechanic drove me home.
My suspicions were confirmed the next morning when my mechanic called to tell me that a squirrel had chewed through the fuel line--again! This has to be at least the second time in this car, and at least once in Kali's car. The damage this time: $165.
Almost every time I come out of my house, squirrels scatter from the undercarriage of the car. I can understand their seeking shelter, but what would possess them to nibble on a fuel line, for goodness sake?