A corny problem

[Pahaska]

My 3.8 was getting progressively noisier under acceleration and my fuel mileage had dropped by about 1 1/2 mpg. I decided to check the air filter and got a big surprise. I ended up removing about a quart of corn from the filter housing. The resonator in the corner was filled to the top and held close to a pint. The worst thing was that each little egg-crate opening in the bottom of the housing had a kernel of corn wedged securely in place by vibration. My vacuum would not budge them. I had to pry out each kernel individually with a hook. The whole episode took me close to 2 hours in 100-degree heat.

With the corn gone, my mileage is back up and the car is again quiet under heavy throttle.

Th corn my wife feeds the deer is now in metal garbage cans and the mouse traps are set in the garage.

 

[trespinosranch]

My wife has deer corn in the garage....how do you suppose the kernels got into the filter? The mice placed them there??

 

[Pahaska]

My wife has deer corn in the garage....how do you suppose the kernels got into the filter? The mice placed them there??

It was mice. Turns out my wife's Tucson filter was also full of corn and also had a mouse nest. According to the dealer, this is not uncommon. Mice tend to store food for winter and can get into very small spaces.

 

[trespinosranch]

It was mice. Turns out my wife's Tucson filter was also full of corn and also had a mouse nest. According to the dealer, this is not uncommon. Mice tend to store food for winter and can get into very small spaces.

Guess it's time to put the corn in a metal trash can (with lid) and put out the mouse traps! Thanks.

 

[kn5owa]

It was mice. Turns out my wife's Tucson filter was also full of corn and also had a mouse nest. According to the dealer, this is not uncommon. Mice tend to store food for winter and can get into very small spaces.

We went on vacation once - when we got back, one of the sofa's was lumpy.

Our cat thought he was abandoned, apparently, and was storing dried cat food under one of the cushions.

Survival instinct, I guess.



*** and, yes, he had a care provider