Dog sh*t is raining down on my rear patio

Yup. Dog shit, and I don't even have a dog. ​I kept seeing it all around the grass lining the tiny concrete slab outside my sliding glass door and I kept thinking that I should complain to the apartment complex's office about this. The only hold up has been that it's my busy season at work and I haven't had the time.

​​ As I step out into the darkness tonight if only two enjoy a few blasts from my dab rig, lo and behold, what do I see? More dog shit in front of me. Except this time it's on my deck chair and Air conditioner. The reason I have yet to catch the perpetrator and they're shitting dog with my fast-acting camera phone? That's because the dog in the apartment above me is shitting on the deck and the renters are sweeping it down to my level.

​​ Complain? You're fucking right I should! Except there's this one little problem with the person who lives above me that I'm complaining about. He's a detective for the local County police department. Should I complain, or should I eat dog shit?