Freedom in a Can: Adventures with Hamlet

We pull out of site #12, excited to continue our journey toward the Canadian Maritime provinces for the next couple weeks of completely unplanned, unreserved, outdoor adventure and exploration. We smell gasoline, a lot of it, then the engine makes a terrible whirring sound.   “That’s not normal…”   Hutch jumps from the driver’s seat and pops the hood; and then I see it, liquid spewing everywhere!    I reach over, turn off the engine…and just as quickly get out and away from the truck.   I don’t know what has happened or why, but fresh petrol spurting from the engine like blood from artery is never good in any situation. We glance at each other in disbelief, then the coin drops, and we lock eyes thinking the same question, what if this had happened when the engine was hot?   We leave it at that, unanswered.   The fuel lines were clearly chewed by some critter in the night -- we  can see the teeth marks -- but why?   In 6 years on the road, we’ve had only a few run-