Alright...it was a bad year a few years back when my son, Matt, came into the house after going out and opening our pop-up camper. "The camper's ruined," is all he said.
I immediately had visions of Matt, in typical style, standing by as it rolled down over the embankment. That wasn't the case. What happened was far worse. Mice had built winter nests in the canvas. Not only was it chewed to shreds but every cushion and mattress was drenched in mouse urine and excrement. Bad.