a bit of background...
I had two two month old bushes in 5gal buckets that I wanted to transplant into the yard.
I went out behind the garage to get a shovel to do so and encountered two people dicking around in the woods just feet from where I grow.
When I confronted them, the woman first introduced herself (first name only) and then the guy, as a prospective buyer for the adjacent piece of property.
She had a platt map and he had a metal detector so I thought little of it.
I offered to show her the property marker along the back that I knew about and proceeded to do so.
While engaged in conversation she said she 'wanted to meet the neighbors...to make sure there were no meth labs around. In passing she intimated that her husband was a State Patrol officer!
I was hoping she didn't notice my lower lip quivering.
I was almost certain she could hear my heart pounding, or the gulping sound of me trying to regain my breath, but she didn't let on.
My grow has little odor to speak of, but the fans are audible from without, so I maintained conversation for distraction.
Not planning on shutting it down, though it may become a necessity in the near term.
Fate or Karma?
I had two two month old bushes in 5gal buckets that I wanted to transplant into the yard.
I went out behind the garage to get a shovel to do so and encountered two people dicking around in the woods just feet from where I grow.
When I confronted them, the woman first introduced herself (first name only) and then the guy, as a prospective buyer for the adjacent piece of property.
She had a platt map and he had a metal detector so I thought little of it.
I offered to show her the property marker along the back that I knew about and proceeded to do so.
While engaged in conversation she said she 'wanted to meet the neighbors...to make sure there were no meth labs around. In passing she intimated that her husband was a State Patrol officer!
I was hoping she didn't notice my lower lip quivering.
I was almost certain she could hear my heart pounding, or the gulping sound of me trying to regain my breath, but she didn't let on.
My grow has little odor to speak of, but the fans are audible from without, so I maintained conversation for distraction.
Not planning on shutting it down, though it may become a necessity in the near term.
Fate or Karma?