We're Under Attack!

One lovely winter Monday morn in San Fernando Valley, I walk into my control room to make concrete for the 210 Freeway. Outside the air pressure is up, the conveyors are running, the mixer truck is spinning away. Push the START button. Nothing. :wtf: It worked Friday when I left. Check all the circuit breakers, and external control cable plugs, normal. Open up the front of the control panel, that burnt plastic and electricity smell. Oh look, black wires and melted copper, and mouse poop! One little mouse gnawed a hot wire, burnt half his face off, and delayed a 300yd concrete pour for 3 hours while I repaired it. Superintendant was a little miffed at the beginning, he mellowed after seeing what was left of the mouse. Rat Bastid!