Kid is arrested and charged with a crime which is pretty serious. He gets a bond but is put on EM, which is electronic monitoring. Electronic monitoring means that he is on house arrest and there is an ankle monitor attached to his leg which has a 150’ radius from the antenna that is put in his house. So surely he’ll behave, right? His first violation of EM in the wee hours of the morning results in a warning, but he claims he never left his house. So we check the device and as best as we can tell, it is working fine. He gets another chance. Again another EM failure, again in the wee hours of the morning. In fact, he has three more failures on three consecutive nights. Each time for only 10 minutes or so. Who violates for only 10 minutes???

Well, turns out our young violator is leaving the house for only 10 minutes because that is all the time it takes to smoke marijuana. He has to leave the house because his mother doesn’t allow marijuana smoking in her house! We know that because while he can contest the EM failures as being “hardware related”, he can’t really argue with the failed drug test for doing marijuana.

Criminal goes to local grocery store in our small town of Perry. Criminal decides he needs some money so he looks in a truck and sees a  checkbook (one should hide checkbooks because idiots like this are everywhere.). He breaks the window, reaches in and gets the checkbook. He goes in the grocery store and, being a small town where everyone is deemed honest, he is able to cash the check without presenting any ID.

Cops go arrest him the next day. How did they know who it was? Well, the checks had a P.O. Box for the address printed on the check. While the store doesn’t require ID, they do require a street address. And whose street address do you think the Criminal put on the check? His own, of course!

One of our more mentally challenged residents lit his cat on fire by pouring lighter fluid on it and setting it on fire. Then he put the cat in the refrigerator. Then he called the Fire Department and reported a fire. They showed up with lights and sirens, which is normal for them afterall. They go in his apartment and say “where is the fire?” He sniffs and sniffs then says “Hmmm, does anyone smell burned cat?” He motions toward the refrigerator and the fireman opens the frig where he finds the cat.

Amazingly, the cat was alive and lived. (They do have nine lives apparently.)

Our challenged resident had yet another psychiatric evaluation, which he failed.