Found a dead and dried out mouse in the breather of my 4-wheeler last summer. Wife was complaining a few months earlier that the machine was stinking, it smelled like something dead. Quess it really did, just I could not smell it.
While we were on our last hunt last December, one of my partners was sleeping on the bottom bunk. About an hour after we had gone to bed, suddenly he screamed, rolled off the bunk onto the floor, screaming all the while as he climbed out of the end of his sleeping bag. It was funny, and serious at the same time, to see a grown man screaming and tearing his sleeping bag apart trying to get out. A tiny Vole had run down into the bag as he slept. He was awakened with something crawling around inside the bag with him. That was more than he could handle, no way he was going to sleep on that bunk again. I've had them run across me as I slept in the same bunk at night, but luckily never go into my bag.