I'm lying in my cage half amused, half depressed, mulling over my new title as world's oldest mouse. I turned four this April. In your world, that means about 136. That's right: ancient. Even my doctor, Richard Miller, a pathologist here at the University of Michigan Geriatrics Center, is amazed at my longevity. Naturally, the PR folks want to capitalize on my death-defying
existence, so they have nicknamed
me Yoda. Certainly catchier than my given lab name, D053, but look or speak like Yoda I do not.