OPERATION: MOUSE PATROL May 30, 2026 True story made into Comedy.
Well folks, it's official.
After months (years) of mice, dead mouse smells, exterminators, maintenance visits, deodorizer packets, lectures about cat food, and enough stress to qualify for a law degree, Bob and I have launched our own investigation. Allow me to introduce:
Chief Inspector Bob: Assistant Investigator Jules (short for Julianna obviously.) Our mission? To locate the tiny suspects that have apparently declared my apartment their summer vacation destination. Bob has been on the force for years. Frankly, he looks like a detective who's been working homicide for thirty years and is three days from retirement. His official statement: "You two are idiots. I saw the mouse three days ago."
Meanwhile, I arrived on the scene wearing Halloween mouse ears, carrying a magnifying glass, and fueled entirely by caffeine and irritation.The AI that created our first investigation photo apparently decided I needed backup. Instead of Bob, it added a handsome detective who looked like he wandered in from a Hallmark movie.And me looking like I did 20 years ago. I stared at the picture and thought: "I hate mice... but I kinda like the handsome detective I found while looking for them." For a brief moment I considered keeping him. After all, he seemed far more helpful than the exterminator. Speaking of which... The exterminator informed me that if I kept food in my apartment, mice might be attracted to it. Thank you, Sherlock. Apparently my crime was owning a toaster, an air fryer, and a cat who enjoys eating occasionally. Then came the dead mouse smell. Their official position? "Well, we won. We killed them. That's why it smells."
Excellent. So now I get to choose between living with mice or living with Eau de Mouse Corpse.
Somewhere in the middle of all this, I started seeing mice that weren't there. A shadow? Mouse. A sock? Mouse. A dust bunny? Possibly a mouse wearing a disguise. At this point, I may need a lawyer. Or therapy. Or both.
But until then, Operation Mouse Patrol remains active. Chief Inspector Bob continues to supervise from the counter, looking disappointed in everyone. I continue searching for clues with a magnifying glass. And if another handsome Hallmark detective accidentally appears during the investigation...
Well...I'm not saying I'd file a complaint. But I will ask AI to remove the critter, I have had enough and do not want to even look at one ever never again.
And I know I still look 20 years too young. Hey, it was hard to go back and ask AI to give me more wrinkles. Jeeez.
Signed, Assistant Investigator Jules, short for Julianna of course.
(Who never wanted mice, but apparently became a Mouseketeer anyway.)


























