Let me share my knowledge with you. Recently I had my baby Spaz with me in my mom's truck on the way to Knoxville. He had just woke up. I assumed he would settle down and go back to sleep shortly. He was exploring on my leg when all of a sudden he disappeared. It didn't take to long to figure out he had crawled up under the dash. Emotions flooded my brain. I had no idea what to do. We turned around and went home. We got a screw driver and did out best to try and find him. As I looked inside it the danger became more and more clear. Wires, lights, he could have easily got hungary and decided to chew on a few of the wires and he would have died. Not to mention we could have died. The wires could have caused an explosion. A great number of things could have happened. I had lost all hope. My mom on the other hand hadn't. She decided we'd go first thing in the morning to the dealership and have them take the dash apart. In the mean time it was below 20 outside, and I knew if we left him outside all night he'd freeze. So, my mother slept in the truck turning it on every half an hour or so to keep him warm. Yet we didn't want to burn him. You could hear him in there cleaning and carrying on like nothing was wrong. Well about 3 o'clock my mom came in. He had crawled out. I was so thankful. I guess what I'm trying to say is be careful. And cherish every moment. I thought this was the last with my baby. Although he hasn't seemed to traumatized.. he was a bit scared at first. Any ways. I just thought I'd try to alert you of the possible dangers.