Something ate my car. Well, not the whole car, just the wires that make the air conditioning work. So my 200 mile round trip drive last Friday afternoon was none too pleasant at 93 degrees and the sun beating down on me. I asked a former automotive technician what the problem might be. He flipped all the switches just like I did, lifted the hood and then announced that the air conditioning wasn't working. *blink, blink* Then he said "I suppose you already knew that." I wonder if it was the sweat dripping from my chin, neck and down my back that gave it away? I thought I would get lucky and the sun would be on the passenger side of the vehicle on the way back, but alas it was late enough in the day that it just baked me like a chocolate chip cookie.
It was 93 again today when I stopped at my local service station and begged them to take a look at it. They quickly figured out that wires were cut. Or more accurately, chewed. Chewed by something small enough to reach into the tiny crevice where the wires are located. Where it's difficult for a human to reach. Where they have to pull apart the entire engine just to get to it. Which takes hours. Which costs money. Luckily we have an extended warranty. It has a $100 deductible. Some rodent just had a $100 snack on our dime. I don't believe I have ever had a $100 snack. Now when I say the varmints eat better than we do, I know it's the truth.