Bozzo, come out, come out, where ever you are! Is Bambi's back straps in the pan with sautéed onions?
A friend gave me a clone of Jack Herer a few years back. I somehow managed to kill it. Sounds like it would have been a keeper.
Umbra, you mentioning an invasion of privacy reminded me of something I did back 26 years ago that I kind of regret. I was living in the old neighborhood where no one locked their vehicles and half of 'em didn't even lock their houses.
I usually had a roach or two in my ashtray left over from the trip home from work. Some mornings I got lazy and didn't roll a traveler, so I'd take a couple of tokes off of yesterday's roach to knock the edge off.
I started noticing that the roaches were disappearing. I deliberately left one in a specific area in the ashtray and it was gone next morning. I started locking the truck, but between the beer and buds, I often forgot.
One morning, the little *******s had dumped the ashtray full of cigarette butts and ashes in my front seat to make it easier to find the roaches. The last straw was when they stole the ashtray. I replaced it, pulled the tobacco out of a couple of butts, rolled a joint with the nasty tobacco with Drano mixed in, ripped the joint in half, singed the end with my lighter, and chucked it in the ashtray.
It was gone the next morning, but the little rippers never came back for another. I'm hoping it just screwed up their taste buds for awhile and didn't cause any permanent harm. I hate thieves, but kids will be kids. If I had it to do over, I'd substitute a dog turd for the Drano.