Further to the "Mouse that ate my motorcycle", I've finally got around to posting some pics taken at the time. [URL]http://www.flickr.com/photos/93076236@N00/sets/72157594198459569[/URL] The first indication was some bits of foam lying on top of the upper chain run; on removing the seat I spotted nibbles to the rubber pegs under the seat, then seed husks in the toolkit area. Looking forward (with some foreboding) I could see seeds and husks around the battery - and more inside the entry port to the airbox. Removing the airbox partly answered why it wouldn't start - the airbox was wedged with bits of nibbled nesting foam, seeds and husks. K&N oil really sticks seed husks to the filter quite well ... You never look down the business end of your can, do you? Well, when I did - that was wedged too. Not only the can, as I found after five minutes with a vacuum, but the link pipe too. The bike started eventually, once I'd vac'd the can - but it wouldn't really run and certainly wouldn't pick up. Steam was wisping out of the can, rather than pumping - and it was wisping out of the collector too - wisping forwards at that. I taped a bit of hose to the end of the vacuum extension pipe and stuffed that down the can, all the way down the link pipe picking up seeds all the way and eventually into the collector. The old vac just about wheezed to death at that point, so I gave in and took the can off. Removing the hose allowed more seeds, leaves and bits of foam to be removed, but the vac collector tub was getting heavy so I took the top off. Loads of seeds. I thought it best to start up without the can - it fired immediately, caught - and sprayed a beautiful fountain of black sunflower seeds arching through the air to cover an area a good couple of metres square on the concrete apron of my garage. The old Bandit ran cleanly and sounded GREAT then ;-) So apart from the damage to the wiring, the little beast had done a few kilos of sunflower seeds into the bargain, not to mention ripping off anything it could get its teeth into for foam linings for its nest. The airbox was solidly packed, as was the can, link pipe /and/ the collector. I don't know how many trips it must have made from the sack of bird-feeding seeds with its little cheeks bulging, around some tortuous route up the sidestand - or how it managed to get down the exhaust. I don't really GAF, TBH. Two traps, three takes on fragments of chocolate and a reinforced doorframe and nary a mouse to be seen in the garage since. It's just about long enough ago to be funny now ...