answer:Ugh! I——ing hate mice. Hate, hate, hate them. I really could go and have gone on for 30 minutes or more spewing expletives to illustrate my feelings about those bastards. In college, I worked at a pool snack bar with a mouse problem. Sadly, I was the only one with enough common sense to stack all of the boxes of chips and candy bars on barstools in the center of the room thereby keeping those——ers at bay. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Perhaps you could devise a system where the car is elevated or protected by sheer surfaces. Or try soaking your car in poison and setting it on fire. ——————————————————————ers!