Here's some paranoia for you - a few of years ago my landlord had electricians coming to update all the wiring in my building. The last thing I wanted to do was to completely take down my grow room, which is 6.5x8 and located in a strange spot in the apartment (they split this old building up strangely to make smaller units many decades ago). I was very worried when I got the notice, so I called the building management to get specifics: would they need to get to every outlet in every room? How time consuming and labor intensive will this be? They assured me that it would take about 15 minutes and wouldn't be invasive. SO WRONG! The day before my renovation, I saw what they were doing to the downstairs unit, it took all day, and it was very invasive, tearing down a wall, making holes in various places, etc.. I had a decision to make, rip down the room, or simply not to let them in there. I then had a ballsy idea: I'll blockade the room by disguising the entrance by putting my huge metal cabinet in front of it and stack boxes on top. When I finished, you couldn't even tell the room was there, just looked like part of the wall. If this didn't work and they absolutely needed to get in there, I would say they needed to come back the next day, then tear it all down. When the workers showed up, I stayed in my bedroom for the first few hours, then came out to the living room when they needed to do the bedroom wiring. I sat right in front of the cabinet with my pc nervous as hell, but outwardly calm. Then came the bombshell, they needed to turn off the power for a couple hours. Fuck. The smells that will be coming from the GR is gonna kill me. I went to get some vanilla incense, and lit one after the other for the next 90 minutes, they must have thought I was a weirdo. Only in the last 20 minutes could I begin to smell the dank seeping out of the room. I joked around with the workers as they did their final tests after turning the power back on, and the faint dank smell disappeared as the power to the carbon scrubbers was restored. I couldn't believe I got away with this - for months I thought they knew what was up the entire time, and thought it easier to just report me. But no one ever came or called. Whew. Sometimes I think they may have known, thought it was badass, and just didn't give a fuck. I'll probably never know either way...
. Those assailants are every where 
. Like leprechauns, fucking hate sneaky leprechauns, their always after me lucky charms!!!
