I thought I was going to go crazy. For weeks there has been what sounded like a nest of baby birds chirping in my Jeep. They kept growing and getting louder and louder. Three of my kids rode in the backseat and listened while I was driving down the road to try to find the stupid birds. Then I got in the back while my son drove and I tried to find the stupid birds. Nobody could find the birds. I thought I was gonna go freaking crazy. I shook the Jeep when it was off. I did everything I could possibly think I have to try to find the stupid birds. Then, I said, “that’s it,” and I took off the hard top thinking maybe it had something to do with the hard top mating with the tub. No, it still squeaked with the top off. But at least that narrowed things down. It really helped because then I could stand outside the Jeep and shake the Jeep and get places I couldn’t get and do whatever and feel around and find it. I found the birds. I killed them. Smashed them. The Jeep is super quiet again. I’m so happy. Best day ever.