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Meet our friend the antechinus[^]. [Read the bit about how the male shags himself to death! ] 'Twas a mystery here why there were a pile of empty snail shells on and under the car engine in the winter mornings. Seems our friends would climb up onto the warm engine to enjoy their nightly repast. And no, I don't know where the poor exhausted blokes go to die. I do occasionally see a live one in the compost bins.
That looks like a pack rat[^], except it's the wrong color.
Just when we were getting ready to move, one moved into our garage. More specifically, it moved on top of the battery in the wife's Subaru. We realized he was in the garage, and he'd been flushed from his hiding place under the hood of the car and into the wood bin when I went looking for him. So we opened the garage, backed the car out, then flushed him out of his hiding place. He ran into the middle of the garage where the car had been, stood on his hind legs looking around with a puzzled look on his face... then ran out of the garage under the car... and didn't come out the other side.
So we walk up to the car, open the hood, and there is this full-blown nest on top of the battery with a scared-looking pack rat sitting in front looking up at us.
I'm not really sure what happened to him. We tried to scare him out of the car, and he ran down underneath on the exhaust pipe, but neither of us saw him actually running away from the vehicle into the grass. Of course that doesn't mean he didn't... but the wife had to drive into town shortly thereafter, and if he was still trying to hold onto the exhaust he probably got cooked.