The last image I have of my Gorilla Zkittles before tragedy struck
I missed posting yesterday as I was preoccupied in the grow room cleaning up a mess. I didn't get many images or pictures as I was distraught, angered, furious, pissed off, devastated and ready to throttle someone.
On Wednesday I had made a post about security and all the good things to know about storing, growing and cultivating cannabis and in my opening paragraph I even mentioned my own reasons for keeping things under lock and key.
Well... Wednesday evening all hell broke loose here and all but one Gorilla Zkittles and one AK-47 have been ruined.
A step relative who was living here went on a rampage in MY HOME and was threatening my husband's life and my own... instead of hurting us physically... he tore up almost every plant in my large grow tent.
Image on left is after I had cleaned everything up. Image on the right is all the plants inside a garbage bag.
I am sickened by this. NO... I AM FUCKING furious about this!
This little punk ass 22 year-old kid lived in my home for FREE... FOR FUCKING free and when he was told he had to pay his cell phone bill, as we are tired of paying his bills and him being a freeloader... he went ballistic. He was also told ALL the weed will NOW be in the grow room; and apparently he didn't like that either. He wanted free reign and access to the weed. Oh hell no!
For an unknown reason that I can't remember, the grow room wasn't locked. And he barged in there and started tearing plants from the buckets, breaking the stems... he has ruined almost my entire crop. All I could salvage from the big grow tent was one Gorilla Zkittles and one small AK-47. The Critical and Cheese are in the small grow tent untouched.
As soon as I heard the familiar sound of a grow tent being unzipped I threw down what I was holding and ran to the room. I grabbed the little SON-OF-A-Bitch by the shirt and flung him across the room. His father, my husband, ran into the room (as he was outside smoking a cigarette after a confrontation with the kid) and had to pull me back away from the kid. I swear I was going to go full psycho on the little bitch!
These are not only MY plants.. these belong to my patients too!
So yesterday after cleaning up the mess (soil was ALL over the carpet as he just started pulling plants out of the buckets and flinging the dirt everywhere), I had to contact my two patients and tell them certain strains would be unavailable and I would have lesser amounts to offer. I briefly explained what transpired; and luckily they are not upset (they were more compassionate than I was expecting).
So know I start over with new clones and seedlings.
While I will have a harvest in the coming weeks, it will just be a lot smaller in yield. My husband is furious, but also feels guilty for throwing his own son out of the house. But let me tell you... I have had arguments with my three children and if they had done this, I would toss their asses out too. They would have NO reason for touching my plants.
So now the ex-wife is practically pleading with my husband to give the kid a second chance and let him move back in. FUCK NO! He can stay at her house; which she doesn't want because she also doesn't want to deal with him and his attitude and disrespect (hence why he's been with us for the last six years).
LET ME TELL... anyone threatens my husband's life and says I'll kill you or that I hope that bitch dies; referring to me, has no place in my life or home.
This moment of eviction has been a long time coming and my husband finally stood his ground and booted him. I would have done it YEARS ago; you know, the first time the little ass called his father a piece of shit. Or the first time he got in trouble with the police. Get out and STAY out now! You don't deserve any chances. You are nothing to me anymore.
Who Can You Trust?
Well after all that, his father threw him out. Packed his car and he is gone. Gone for good.
I will NEVER allow this little punk ass, disrespectful ass into my home again. He's not welcome here and I will not allow him to ruin my life, home and safety.
Be careful who you allow to know about your grows. Be careful who you allow into your home.