I once was in my Ranger, and this damn mouse shot up across the passenger seat, and I freaked cause I didn't know what it was. I pulled over and got out, ran around and opened all 4 doors, and started poking around. Next thing I know, I see a mouse come running OUT of the field I was next to and disappeared under my truck. ***! I was cussing a blue streak, not knowing where that mouse went, or if it was the same mouse I presumed I pulled over for. Remains a mystery to this day, but the mouse WAS gone after that event. I had a half eaten passenger seat belt until the end came this past January.