Several years ago I started the Z up in the morning, heard a god-awful racket and saw tufts of grey fur shoot up from the gaps on both sides of the hood. I knew exactly what it was after reading previous stories here on TT.net. When I popped the hood I saw that the fan had guillotined him and he and his head lay in the bottom of the fan shroud. I was seriously tempted to stick his head on a tiny little spike next to where I parked the Z, as a warning to his bretheren!