HOLY SHIT! CLOSE CALL..
Woke up to firefighters pounding on my door at 7 AM. Looked outside and saw 3 firetrucks and countless police. They didn't see me peaking even though they were trying to look inside w/ flashlights.
Lights in the house were flickering and then shut off. It also smelled like smoke but I couldn't tell if it was an adjacent house or what. It wasn't mine, at least nothing I could see from the inside.
After the initial adrenaline rush, I got my senses and thoughts back together and felt somewhat serene. Not much could be done if they busted the door and came in at this point. I was fucked. Worrying wasn't gonna make things better. Best to man up and keep my lawyers on speed dial if shit hits the fan. It was a weird feeling. The plants with woody stems reeking and carrying enough wet bud (I'm expecting 12 oz dry) on them that they couldnt' stand up straight and certainly couldn't be moved out of the house. If they came in they would have no doubt asked wtf this cab was (and it smelled a bit, even the 1-10% the filter doesn't get to was still enough to get a warrant.) Not much you can do except wait it out at this point. This thought made me somewhat calm.
Walked into the basement, unplugged the cab and made it as innocent as you can make a giant wooden box taking up 50% of the basement room and reeking of Cannabis (esp with the fan off.)
Called some friends to walk around the area surveying what the hell happened. I kinda knew it wasn't for me at this point, because I noticed the firefighters knocking on neighbor's doors also, and they've been knocking (very very hard) on mine nonstop for 15 mins. Turns out the main power line RIGHT in front of my house caught fire and had to be turned off. They were evacuating homes in the area because the CO was seeping into people's homes on this block.
Friends said they smelled a fire but there was no smoke. My neighbors said the firemen were coming in to inspect the power meter to make sure it was off in every home and to check CO levels to determine exactly where the fire was underground and check concentration to see how long homes should be evacuated.
If they came to read my meter, I would be *fucked* because my cab is close by (behind a wall but still noticeable as they would likely be walking around to test CO in different parts of the basement.)
Long story short, after literally 30 mins of knocking (and more knocking every hour for a few hours) one got on the walkie and said "we have 3 unresponsive homes" and left. ... win!
Phew.. no matter how many precautions you take, shit happens. But now I'm thinking, OK what's the chance of that happening again?! Very very slim, but I'm downgrading my grow into a micro cab (600w -> 250w) to be on the safe side. Man. It's gonna suck cause I just got this dialed in. Chop day is in 3 days too.. would of been the worst time to get busted.
Had CO accumulated in my home I could have died (I knew to stay near an open back window though) and thank the atheist gods there wasn't a fire, but shit..! I'm still flying off the fucking walls. Time to roll a fat ass blunt and begin plans for a micro cab.
Woke up to firefighters pounding on my door at 7 AM. Looked outside and saw 3 firetrucks and countless police. They didn't see me peaking even though they were trying to look inside w/ flashlights.
Lights in the house were flickering and then shut off. It also smelled like smoke but I couldn't tell if it was an adjacent house or what. It wasn't mine, at least nothing I could see from the inside.
After the initial adrenaline rush, I got my senses and thoughts back together and felt somewhat serene. Not much could be done if they busted the door and came in at this point. I was fucked. Worrying wasn't gonna make things better. Best to man up and keep my lawyers on speed dial if shit hits the fan. It was a weird feeling. The plants with woody stems reeking and carrying enough wet bud (I'm expecting 12 oz dry) on them that they couldnt' stand up straight and certainly couldn't be moved out of the house. If they came in they would have no doubt asked wtf this cab was (and it smelled a bit, even the 1-10% the filter doesn't get to was still enough to get a warrant.) Not much you can do except wait it out at this point. This thought made me somewhat calm.
Walked into the basement, unplugged the cab and made it as innocent as you can make a giant wooden box taking up 50% of the basement room and reeking of Cannabis (esp with the fan off.)
Called some friends to walk around the area surveying what the hell happened. I kinda knew it wasn't for me at this point, because I noticed the firefighters knocking on neighbor's doors also, and they've been knocking (very very hard) on mine nonstop for 15 mins. Turns out the main power line RIGHT in front of my house caught fire and had to be turned off. They were evacuating homes in the area because the CO was seeping into people's homes on this block.
Friends said they smelled a fire but there was no smoke. My neighbors said the firemen were coming in to inspect the power meter to make sure it was off in every home and to check CO levels to determine exactly where the fire was underground and check concentration to see how long homes should be evacuated.
If they came to read my meter, I would be *fucked* because my cab is close by (behind a wall but still noticeable as they would likely be walking around to test CO in different parts of the basement.)
Long story short, after literally 30 mins of knocking (and more knocking every hour for a few hours) one got on the walkie and said "we have 3 unresponsive homes" and left. ... win!
Phew.. no matter how many precautions you take, shit happens. But now I'm thinking, OK what's the chance of that happening again?! Very very slim, but I'm downgrading my grow into a micro cab (600w -> 250w) to be on the safe side. Man. It's gonna suck cause I just got this dialed in. Chop day is in 3 days too.. would of been the worst time to get busted.
Had CO accumulated in my home I could have died (I knew to stay near an open back window though) and thank the atheist gods there wasn't a fire, but shit..! I'm still flying off the fucking walls. Time to roll a fat ass blunt and begin plans for a micro cab.
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