If you start a large excavation and start putting in large things some other problems may emerge:
1) your laid-back unemployed neighbors from 3 blocks away, who smoke herbal products may become very friendly thinking you are growing medicinal herbs in a controlled environment. Watch for the Yugos and old microbuses and the aura of pitooly oil. The slow smelly dude on the backhoe told them later, after leaving work early, while at the growers co-op, sharing a medicinal smoke........"all that digging is all my work, it's just gotta be man, I know, just gotta be...hey don't Bogart that.....".
2) your paranoid Aryan neighbors will start digging too, esp if they know you work for the government. To make them go away, just tell them their license plates have microchip GPS location transponders for a govt agency that is following them.... "trust me I'm from the .........." (pick 3 letters at random).
3) your gun-loving neighbors will be quietly sleeping on your back porch, they are quiet but their dogs howl and crap in your yard and kicked your dog out of his doghouse.
4) your anti-liberal-gun hating neighbors will take up the community covenants, with a real but real cheap gun-hating lawyer, at the next homowners meeting, but one with influence may promise you silence for a a "little piece" of the 'grow'. If they hang around, turn on Rush Limbaugh's talk show, they'll scatter like vampires seeing the sunrise.
5) your fellow LEO's will wonder, but may never ask, so one of them (the one who does no police work, and is always in the boss' office with the door closed, just before IA comes thru on a witch-hunt) may secretly draft a warrant affidavit from a pilfered copy of one of yours, except it's your address on the "premises" - but only just in case you go 220 or 5150 or go on vacation over one week and stay at home. He will keep it on the work-20 computer under a ficticious name. He tells no one except his wife, mother-in-law, and the 20 year old blond drop-out 7-11 clerk who likes his badge, and looks just like his "first one".
6) on referrals from the stoners, medical users of course, you may have some broken down junk car appear driven by industrious tweakers who had promised another tweaker a couple grams of dope for the car, or just stole it to avoid hassle or some other tweaker finding out where they went to look for "the big underground lab". They had very reliable info from a stand-up guy named "Joe" in a bar they don't remember, about a big hole in the ground, with concrete and power "dude-that's gotta be the mother-load lab" somewhere but "near here", wherever "here" is to a tweaker. For the promise of a couple more grams of meth, armed with Joe's treasure map drawn on the inside of a Marlboro wrapper, (another couple grams IOU please) they are off to "investigate". They found the right city, but were "real close" (with legendary tweaker navigation accuracy), and feel cheated 'cause the dude who they stole the car from didn't put any gas in it, or inflate the tires. So it's down the road a bit, parked wrong-way, run out of gas, or on two flats plus 25 miles on the rims. As usual they were too spun-up to find out why the car quit, forgot why they were, who they were - and more, but properly re-introduced to each other by first name only.....they dither off to somewhere, with resolve found only on a meth afterburner, at warp speed, on their never-ending quest - looking for more dope. Dude - don't forget to rip out the stereo before you leave the car...........not there?...ohh man we got ripped off..........
To avoid all this, cease and desist; or shoot 22 shorts or CB caps in a Ceiner 22 conversion unit on your duty weapon, using a steel portable bullet trap. It worked in Seattle when I was in high-school.
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