Scott called me over to the driver’s side of the van and asked if I heard squeaking.  We determined that there was in fact squeaking coming from somewhere inside the frame of the van.  Under the step to get into the driver’s seat was a surprise.  It was sad enough that we had to get rid of our stowaway, but this just broke my heart.  Their eyes weren’t even open and they could barely move around.  Needless to say, we set another trap, but there have been no other signs or squeaks of hidden stowaways.