I used to live in Tucson. I put a bag seed in my dads backyard near a drip sprinkler. And then three months later my dad was like” are you growing pot in my yard?” To which I said” did some grow?” Hell yeah it did, almost 7 feet. I think someone will mess with your tent outside. Kids will take your shit so fast if it will get em high.
Did some grow, LMFAO. My old man would have beat my ass for that. For being dumb (in our case, the neighbor's house was mere feet away) and for being a smart-ass.
Back in the early '80s, some of the cannabis I got was rather seedy. So I'd grab a double record album, open it, and "clean" the stuff on it, then dump the seeds out the window. Anything that came up (er... in our yard ) just got mowed.
I can just imagine THAT conversation, lol. "Are you growing pot in my yard?" "Well, I'm sure trying to, but someone keeps fawkin' cutting it down." <WHAP!>