Zamaldelica (fairy tale or horror story?)
- Thread starter smilley
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Very nice
The Story Continues
The Story Continues
That evening, smilley and his wife were enjoying some alcoholic beverages and puffing on some blueberry hash. They were discussing the lack of pork and bacon in the freezer. “I’d rather take a gun and shoot myself than give up pork” said smilley. Worried about cleaning up the mess, Mrs smilley offered “how about we try that new meat substitute – Practically Pork?” Horrified at the thought, smilley replied “they use beet juice to substitute for blood, yuck!!”. Knowing that his wife’s little finger was more intelligent than him, he said “Darlin’, you have all the smarts in our little family. Please come up with a way to get us some pork” Smilley sat there glumly thinking about pork chops and baby back ribs while his wife tried to think of a solution to their problem.
After the spiff, smilley wandered off to the grow room. As he entered, the zammies all welcomed him warmly. “Hi ya smilley” they exclaimed. Smilley sat down with a big frown on his face. “What’s wrong smilley?” asked the littlest zammie. “We’re running out of pork...” said smilley. “I love pork. Like Emeril says “Pork fat rules!!” and we’re gonna run out.” The zammes tried they’re best to cheer smilley up. They told him their best indica jokes and his frown barely flinched. They asked him if he wanted to play Pull-My-Stem but smilley just shook his head sadly. After checking their canopy distance he bid adieu to the zammies and walked out forlornly. Concerned for their friend, the zammies talked amongst themselves for a long time and even consulted the kushy clones for their input.
A while later, Mrs smilley came into the grow room to check on the clones. The lanky zammie spoke to her “we’re worried about smilley, he say’s your running out of pork...” “Yep” replied the beautiful lady “...and smilley loves pork so much...”. The littlest zammie spoke up “we couldn’t come up with a solution but after talking with the kushy clones, we all agree that Bubs and his unky Jojo are the smartest creatures in the world. You should ask them what to do.” The gorgeous woman considered it for a moment and said “They’re a long ways down the Yellow Brick Road. I could never find them.” With that, the zammies started to howl, even the clones joined in. “We can teach you how to make a long distance howl. Come on back when the Northern lights are burning bright and we’ll teach you” said the lanky zammie. A light bulb lit up above Mrs smilley’s head and she departed with a glimmer of hope.
Going outside and looking up at the sky, Mrs smilley noted it was a cloudy night and there were no Northern lights. “Maybe tomorrow night” she thought to herself and retreated from the bitter cold into the toasty hovel...
The Story Continues
That evening, smilley and his wife were enjoying some alcoholic beverages and puffing on some blueberry hash. They were discussing the lack of pork and bacon in the freezer. “I’d rather take a gun and shoot myself than give up pork” said smilley. Worried about cleaning up the mess, Mrs smilley offered “how about we try that new meat substitute – Practically Pork?” Horrified at the thought, smilley replied “they use beet juice to substitute for blood, yuck!!”. Knowing that his wife’s little finger was more intelligent than him, he said “Darlin’, you have all the smarts in our little family. Please come up with a way to get us some pork” Smilley sat there glumly thinking about pork chops and baby back ribs while his wife tried to think of a solution to their problem.
After the spiff, smilley wandered off to the grow room. As he entered, the zammies all welcomed him warmly. “Hi ya smilley” they exclaimed. Smilley sat down with a big frown on his face. “What’s wrong smilley?” asked the littlest zammie. “We’re running out of pork...” said smilley. “I love pork. Like Emeril says “Pork fat rules!!” and we’re gonna run out.” The zammes tried they’re best to cheer smilley up. They told him their best indica jokes and his frown barely flinched. They asked him if he wanted to play Pull-My-Stem but smilley just shook his head sadly. After checking their canopy distance he bid adieu to the zammies and walked out forlornly. Concerned for their friend, the zammies talked amongst themselves for a long time and even consulted the kushy clones for their input.
A while later, Mrs smilley came into the grow room to check on the clones. The lanky zammie spoke to her “we’re worried about smilley, he say’s your running out of pork...” “Yep” replied the beautiful lady “...and smilley loves pork so much...”. The littlest zammie spoke up “we couldn’t come up with a solution but after talking with the kushy clones, we all agree that Bubs and his unky Jojo are the smartest creatures in the world. You should ask them what to do.” The gorgeous woman considered it for a moment and said “They’re a long ways down the Yellow Brick Road. I could never find them.” With that, the zammies started to howl, even the clones joined in. “We can teach you how to make a long distance howl. Come on back when the Northern lights are burning bright and we’ll teach you” said the lanky zammie. A light bulb lit up above Mrs smilley’s head and she departed with a glimmer of hope.
Going outside and looking up at the sky, Mrs smilley noted it was a cloudy night and there were no Northern lights. “Maybe tomorrow night” she thought to herself and retreated from the bitter cold into the toasty hovel...
The Story Continues
The Story Continues
It was New Years eve and as the sky darkened for the evening it was clear and cold. Mrs smilley looked up and saw the Northern Lights quivering in the heavens. It changed color and shape, shimmered and danced a celestial rhumba across the night sky. Excited to see the aurora, she raced to the grow room to get instructions for contacting Jojo.
Upon entering the grow room, she was taken aback to see the zammies and the kushy clones swaying in time to Joe Bonamassa music. The beautiful lady started shaking her money maker and dancing. The zammies all started whistling, hooting, hollering and yelling “Take it off!!”. Mrs smilley shook her head, turned down the music and excitedly told to zammies about the Northern Lights. The plants were all abuzz about the news and the littlest one motioned for her to come closer and said “You must follow my instructions to the letter...” Mrs smilley nodded in agreement and the littlest zammie continued “You have to be all dressed in red. You must sit under the Northern Lights and howl this expression “HOWLY, HOWLY, HOWLY, HOLLOW. HOWLY, HOWLY, HOWLY, HO””. The gorgeous woman listened intently as the littlest zammie continued “ When you hear “HOWDY, HOWDY, HOWDY HO”, you’ll know your connected and then you and Jojo can howl to your heart’s content. Keep trying if you don’t get an answer immediately, it can take a while to connect”. Excited to give it a try, Mrs smilley wished the kushy clones and the zammies a “Happy New Year” turned the music back up and raced out to get changed for her howl.
The lanky zammie asked the littlest one why she’d told Mrs smilley to be dressed in red? The littlest one said “smilley told me he bought his wife a sexy red outfit to get her in the mood for the wild thing. She could wear her parka, it makes no difference. I just thought it might get his mind off pork for a while”. The other three zammies nodded approvingly.
Up in the sleeping chamber, Mrs smilley noted that the only red outfit she had was the skimpy little thing that smilley had gotten her for Christmas. “It kinda makes me look slutty” she thought as she adjusted the hood in the mirror. “My lady bits are gonna get chilly in this little number” she thought to herself as she moved toward the door.
As his wife walked into the living room in her skimpy red outfit. Smilley thought to himself “Happy New year, indeed...”. Instead of joining him on the couch, she walked right past him, opened the front door and went outside. The scantily clad lady sat down on the front porch and started howling.... “I’ll never understand women if I live till 62” smilley thought to himself.
Smilley was mystified by his wife’s actions and sat on the couch listening. Mrs smilley howled for a long time. Sometimes she’d be silent and listening and then she’d howl some more. When she returned to the living room, smilley was sure he was gonna get lucky. The beautiful woman said to him “... not tonight honey, my lady bits are too cold. Happy New Year!!...”. Then she went off to the slumber chamber and went to bed. Determined to stay awake till midnight, smilley poured himself another rum, lit up a gagger and thought about pork cutlets and women. “I’ll never understand women if I live till 63!” he said aloud. Laying on the floor by the fireplace, smilley’s ferocious guard dog, Pixie, thought to herself “You’ll never understand women, smilley, no matter how long you live...”.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY 
Bonus link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KX14smq21HE
Day F10
The Story Continues
It was New Years eve and as the sky darkened for the evening it was clear and cold. Mrs smilley looked up and saw the Northern Lights quivering in the heavens. It changed color and shape, shimmered and danced a celestial rhumba across the night sky. Excited to see the aurora, she raced to the grow room to get instructions for contacting Jojo.
Upon entering the grow room, she was taken aback to see the zammies and the kushy clones swaying in time to Joe Bonamassa music. The beautiful lady started shaking her money maker and dancing. The zammies all started whistling, hooting, hollering and yelling “Take it off!!”. Mrs smilley shook her head, turned down the music and excitedly told to zammies about the Northern Lights. The plants were all abuzz about the news and the littlest one motioned for her to come closer and said “You must follow my instructions to the letter...” Mrs smilley nodded in agreement and the littlest zammie continued “You have to be all dressed in red. You must sit under the Northern Lights and howl this expression “HOWLY, HOWLY, HOWLY, HOLLOW. HOWLY, HOWLY, HOWLY, HO””. The gorgeous woman listened intently as the littlest zammie continued “ When you hear “HOWDY, HOWDY, HOWDY HO”, you’ll know your connected and then you and Jojo can howl to your heart’s content. Keep trying if you don’t get an answer immediately, it can take a while to connect”. Excited to give it a try, Mrs smilley wished the kushy clones and the zammies a “Happy New Year” turned the music back up and raced out to get changed for her howl.
The lanky zammie asked the littlest one why she’d told Mrs smilley to be dressed in red? The littlest one said “smilley told me he bought his wife a sexy red outfit to get her in the mood for the wild thing. She could wear her parka, it makes no difference. I just thought it might get his mind off pork for a while”. The other three zammies nodded approvingly.
Up in the sleeping chamber, Mrs smilley noted that the only red outfit she had was the skimpy little thing that smilley had gotten her for Christmas. “It kinda makes me look slutty” she thought as she adjusted the hood in the mirror. “My lady bits are gonna get chilly in this little number” she thought to herself as she moved toward the door.
As his wife walked into the living room in her skimpy red outfit. Smilley thought to himself “Happy New year, indeed...”. Instead of joining him on the couch, she walked right past him, opened the front door and went outside. The scantily clad lady sat down on the front porch and started howling.... “I’ll never understand women if I live till 62” smilley thought to himself.
Smilley was mystified by his wife’s actions and sat on the couch listening. Mrs smilley howled for a long time. Sometimes she’d be silent and listening and then she’d howl some more. When she returned to the living room, smilley was sure he was gonna get lucky. The beautiful woman said to him “... not tonight honey, my lady bits are too cold. Happy New Year!!...”. Then she went off to the slumber chamber and went to bed. Determined to stay awake till midnight, smilley poured himself another rum, lit up a gagger and thought about pork cutlets and women. “I’ll never understand women if I live till 63!” he said aloud. Laying on the floor by the fireplace, smilley’s ferocious guard dog, Pixie, thought to herself “You’ll never understand women, smilley, no matter how long you live...”.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY Bonus link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KX14smq21HE
Day F10
The Story Continues
The Story Continues
The next day, smilley’s wife explained to him about her long distance howl to Jojo. She told him about the zammies teaching her how to do it and that it worked great except she almost froze her lady bits. “I would have helped you warm them up, baby” said smilley. Ignoring him, she went on “Jojo is heading back up north and promised to stop in and help us solve our lack of pork problem. He’s bringing his nephew Bubs with him, remember? he sold you the zammie beans. Jojo says Bubs has a big giant brain and an above average IQ.” Smilley thought to himself “I hope he’s got less ticks and fleas, I’m still itchy...”. The beautiful lady continued “They’re working their way back from Kansas, Jojo said something about a tornado whisking his girlfriend and her dog Toto away.”
The two continued discussing the upcoming visit from the pair of wolves. They were both hopeful that the smartest creatures in the world would solve their lack of pork problem? Mrs smilley added it might take a week or two for them to arrive and she’d keep in touch with Jojo if the Northern Lights appeared again. The two lovers shared a New Years morning reefer and and sat quietly thinking to themselves. Mrs smilley thought about getting a new red winter parka and smilley thought about pork tenderloin and the zammies.
Later, smilley went off to the grow room. The zammies wished him a happy new year and the littlest zammie asked to speak to him privately. After taking the littlest one aside he asked her “What’s up, little one?” “That’s just it smilley, I don’t want to be called the littlest one anymore” replied the plant. “but you are the littlest one” said smilley. “How about I call you tiny or minney zammie?” The frustrated plant blurted out “Those are demeaning smilley!! It makes me feel inferior and substandard. How about Thor or Dominator?” Smilley shook his head, those names didn’t work for him. The two discussed the issue for a long while and eventually came to an agreement.
When smilley returned the plant to her spot in the garden he raised his hands to get all the plants attention. When the plants quieted down and while pointing at the littlest zammie he said “From now on this plant will be known as “the stocky one” or alternatively “stocky zammie”. Furthermore, she will be queen of the South East corner of the big room and rule over it as she sees fit!!” The stocky zammie's sisters tittered in agreement and even the clones looked on approvingly. The stocky one vowed that she would rule her corner fairly and for the betterment of all plants in the grow room. A party was commencing in the grow room as smilley took his leave.
Smilley was impressed by the stocky one’s branching style. She just punches them right between her shading leaf’s fingers. A very pretty plant, thought smilley.
The Story Continues
The next day, smilley’s wife explained to him about her long distance howl to Jojo. She told him about the zammies teaching her how to do it and that it worked great except she almost froze her lady bits. “I would have helped you warm them up, baby” said smilley. Ignoring him, she went on “Jojo is heading back up north and promised to stop in and help us solve our lack of pork problem. He’s bringing his nephew Bubs with him, remember? he sold you the zammie beans. Jojo says Bubs has a big giant brain and an above average IQ.” Smilley thought to himself “I hope he’s got less ticks and fleas, I’m still itchy...”. The beautiful lady continued “They’re working their way back from Kansas, Jojo said something about a tornado whisking his girlfriend and her dog Toto away.”
The two continued discussing the upcoming visit from the pair of wolves. They were both hopeful that the smartest creatures in the world would solve their lack of pork problem? Mrs smilley added it might take a week or two for them to arrive and she’d keep in touch with Jojo if the Northern Lights appeared again. The two lovers shared a New Years morning reefer and and sat quietly thinking to themselves. Mrs smilley thought about getting a new red winter parka and smilley thought about pork tenderloin and the zammies.
Later, smilley went off to the grow room. The zammies wished him a happy new year and the littlest zammie asked to speak to him privately. After taking the littlest one aside he asked her “What’s up, little one?” “That’s just it smilley, I don’t want to be called the littlest one anymore” replied the plant. “but you are the littlest one” said smilley. “How about I call you tiny or minney zammie?” The frustrated plant blurted out “Those are demeaning smilley!! It makes me feel inferior and substandard. How about Thor or Dominator?” Smilley shook his head, those names didn’t work for him. The two discussed the issue for a long while and eventually came to an agreement.
When smilley returned the plant to her spot in the garden he raised his hands to get all the plants attention. When the plants quieted down and while pointing at the littlest zammie he said “From now on this plant will be known as “the stocky one” or alternatively “stocky zammie”. Furthermore, she will be queen of the South East corner of the big room and rule over it as she sees fit!!” The stocky zammie's sisters tittered in agreement and even the clones looked on approvingly. The stocky one vowed that she would rule her corner fairly and for the betterment of all plants in the grow room. A party was commencing in the grow room as smilley took his leave.
Smilley was impressed by the stocky one’s branching style. She just punches them right between her shading leaf’s fingers. A very pretty plant, thought smilley.
The Story of Smilley's Gaurd Dog - Pixie
The Story of Smilley's Gaurd Dog - Pixie
About 3 years ago smilley and Mrs smilley took their old dog, Darby to the vet thinking it had a bladder infection. After an ultrasound, the vet informed them that Darby had inoperable cancer. With great sorrow the two mates had the vet put their loyal friend of 10 years down. They were crushed and heartbroken at the loss of their best friend. Smilley cried for days at the thought of his departed friend. It was no fun coming home from work anymore, there was nobody to greet him with warm excitement and adoration. Smilley started smoking cigarettes again, drinking too much and had generally lost his love of life. He especially hated the thought of going camping without Darby.
After a couple of months of grieving, smilley and his wife went searching for a new puppy. They looked high and low but couldn’t find the right one. Finally, they met a lady named Roxanne who had a new litter of puppies and said they could have first pick if they were quick. Smilley and his wife raced to the breeder’s home and looked the pups over. Mrs smilley picked up three week old Pixie and both she and smilley fell in love with the little dog instantly. They quickly made a deal with Roxanne and promised to return for their new puppy in a few weeks.
As the days passed, Roxanne sent weekly pics by text, documenting Pixie’s development. Finally the day arrived for Pixie to come and live with smilley and his wife. Pixie was the last puppy left of the litter and was relieved and happy to have a new pair of litter mates, even if they were human. She slept all the way home on the console of the big truck. Smilley and his wife were finally happy again.
As Pixie grew, she chewed up shoes and slippers, socks and underwear and anything that smelled like her two housemates. She gnawed the plaster off the corner of a wall and shredded countless stuffed toys. She was a typical puppy. Pixie ruled her backyard with authority and it was a brave or foolish squirrel to ever to set foot on the lawn. Mrs smilley trained her to sit, stay, roll over, high five and shake a paw. A large dog named Gus taught her to swim. Smilley taught her to fetch, hunt rabbits and catch balls and frisbees on the fly. Most importantly, he taught her to guard. Rippers are a grower’s worst enemy and Pixie understood smilley’s need for security and took to the job of guarding as second nature....
The Story of Smilley's Gaurd Dog - Pixie
About 3 years ago smilley and Mrs smilley took their old dog, Darby to the vet thinking it had a bladder infection. After an ultrasound, the vet informed them that Darby had inoperable cancer. With great sorrow the two mates had the vet put their loyal friend of 10 years down. They were crushed and heartbroken at the loss of their best friend. Smilley cried for days at the thought of his departed friend. It was no fun coming home from work anymore, there was nobody to greet him with warm excitement and adoration. Smilley started smoking cigarettes again, drinking too much and had generally lost his love of life. He especially hated the thought of going camping without Darby.
After a couple of months of grieving, smilley and his wife went searching for a new puppy. They looked high and low but couldn’t find the right one. Finally, they met a lady named Roxanne who had a new litter of puppies and said they could have first pick if they were quick. Smilley and his wife raced to the breeder’s home and looked the pups over. Mrs smilley picked up three week old Pixie and both she and smilley fell in love with the little dog instantly. They quickly made a deal with Roxanne and promised to return for their new puppy in a few weeks.
As the days passed, Roxanne sent weekly pics by text, documenting Pixie’s development. Finally the day arrived for Pixie to come and live with smilley and his wife. Pixie was the last puppy left of the litter and was relieved and happy to have a new pair of litter mates, even if they were human. She slept all the way home on the console of the big truck. Smilley and his wife were finally happy again.
As Pixie grew, she chewed up shoes and slippers, socks and underwear and anything that smelled like her two housemates. She gnawed the plaster off the corner of a wall and shredded countless stuffed toys. She was a typical puppy. Pixie ruled her backyard with authority and it was a brave or foolish squirrel to ever to set foot on the lawn. Mrs smilley trained her to sit, stay, roll over, high five and shake a paw. A large dog named Gus taught her to swim. Smilley taught her to fetch, hunt rabbits and catch balls and frisbees on the fly. Most importantly, he taught her to guard. Rippers are a grower’s worst enemy and Pixie understood smilley’s need for security and took to the job of guarding as second nature....
gorilla ganja
Well-known member
I lost my dog last year. Pets are hard to get over.
Like you said, you come home months after they are gone and expect them to greet you warmly at the door with love like they did all their lives.
Still haven't got another yet. Probably in the spring.
Plants are looking good my friend.
Peace GG
Like you said, you come home months after they are gone and expect them to greet you warmly at the door with love like they did all their lives.
Still haven't got another yet. Probably in the spring.
Plants are looking good my friend.
Peace GG
gorilla ganja
Well-known member
oops, double post.
Hello gg: Yep, it still brings a tear to my eye at times when I think back to some of my adventures with Darby. I still use her pic as my avatar. I hope you get a new one soon. Unconditional love is something you can't get from a fellow human.
Day F 14
The tallest one (the lanky zammie, back left corner) more than doubled in height in 7 days. She went from 11 inches to 24 inches. The "stocky one" went from 8 inches to 15 inches. There's still 3 ft of headroom left so no worries in that respect.
The girls are coming of age. There's pistils showing now and the main leads are starting to develop alternating phillotaxy. The plants are healthy and happy and performing strongly. I'd like to see another doubling in height before the end of stretch but I suspect probably about 50% more stretch from here. We'll see...
I think they're beautiful. The symmetry of growth is outstanding and branching is explosive. I don't think I could have found a better strain to get my feet wet in the world of sativas.
Day F 14
The tallest one (the lanky zammie, back left corner) more than doubled in height in 7 days. She went from 11 inches to 24 inches. The "stocky one" went from 8 inches to 15 inches. There's still 3 ft of headroom left so no worries in that respect.
The girls are coming of age. There's pistils showing now and the main leads are starting to develop alternating phillotaxy. The plants are healthy and happy and performing strongly. I'd like to see another doubling in height before the end of stretch but I suspect probably about 50% more stretch from here. We'll see...
I think they're beautiful. The symmetry of growth is outstanding and branching is explosive. I don't think I could have found a better strain to get my feet wet in the world of sativas.
The Story Continues
The Story Continues
A few days later, smilley and his wife returned home late in the evening after running some errands. The front door to the hovel was swinging in the breeze, wide open. “I thought you were gonna lock the door,smilley?” said his beautiful wife. “I did” replied smilley. When they approached the door they saw their emergency key still in the lock. “ I told you that under the welcome mat was a lousy hiding place” admonished Mrs smilley.
Suddenly, they heard their guard dog Pixie barking and snarling, then a loud squeal and more barking and snarling. Then they heard the back door slam. Running to the back door, smilley looked out and saw a shadowy figure disappearing into the night gloom. Just then, Pixie approached smilley, wagging her tail. Smilley noted that the dog had blood on it’s yap. “What’s going on Pixie?” asked smilley. Pixie looked up at her master and then spit something onto the floor. Smilley picked the object up and saw it was about 3 inches long and was a curly spiral of pink flesh.
Smilley raced to the grow room to check on his precious zammies. They were safe but he noticed that the kushy clones were no longer under the tuned spectrum led. Mystified and enraged, smilley quickly searched the hovel and found the kushy clones wrapped in large garbage bags in an alcove by the back entrance. They had been prepped for transport. Carefully, smilley unsealed the clones and replaced them to their spots under the tuned spectrum led. The clones were shivering in fear and their leaves were bent and drooping. Smilley comforted the clones as best he could. Once they had settled down, smilley asked the zammies to keep an eye on them. “Rippers!!” said smilley, his anger rising and intensifying.
Smilley joined his wife in the kitchen and showed her the object that Pixie had spit out. “It looks like the tip of a pig’s tail!” exclaimed his wife. It sure does, thought smilley. Together, they pieced together a plausible scenario of what happened. Someone had broken into their home, packaged up Mrs smilley’s kushy clones and were going to steal them. Pixie had done her job by confronting the intruder and scaring him off. As the intruder ran off, Pixie must have taken a chomp out of it’s tail. “Good job!!” said smilley, petting the dog affectionately on the head. Pixie wagged her tail and nuzzled smilley’s hand.
Smilley and his wife both felt violated. Someone had broken into their sanctuary and tried to steal Mrs smilley’s most prized possessions. Smilley vowed to get to the bottom of this invasion and promised to hide the emergency key in a better place. Mrs smilley locked the doors and the two retired for the evening.
Kushy Clone Day F18
The Story Continues
A few days later, smilley and his wife returned home late in the evening after running some errands. The front door to the hovel was swinging in the breeze, wide open. “I thought you were gonna lock the door,smilley?” said his beautiful wife. “I did” replied smilley. When they approached the door they saw their emergency key still in the lock. “ I told you that under the welcome mat was a lousy hiding place” admonished Mrs smilley.
Suddenly, they heard their guard dog Pixie barking and snarling, then a loud squeal and more barking and snarling. Then they heard the back door slam. Running to the back door, smilley looked out and saw a shadowy figure disappearing into the night gloom. Just then, Pixie approached smilley, wagging her tail. Smilley noted that the dog had blood on it’s yap. “What’s going on Pixie?” asked smilley. Pixie looked up at her master and then spit something onto the floor. Smilley picked the object up and saw it was about 3 inches long and was a curly spiral of pink flesh.
Smilley raced to the grow room to check on his precious zammies. They were safe but he noticed that the kushy clones were no longer under the tuned spectrum led. Mystified and enraged, smilley quickly searched the hovel and found the kushy clones wrapped in large garbage bags in an alcove by the back entrance. They had been prepped for transport. Carefully, smilley unsealed the clones and replaced them to their spots under the tuned spectrum led. The clones were shivering in fear and their leaves were bent and drooping. Smilley comforted the clones as best he could. Once they had settled down, smilley asked the zammies to keep an eye on them. “Rippers!!” said smilley, his anger rising and intensifying.
Smilley joined his wife in the kitchen and showed her the object that Pixie had spit out. “It looks like the tip of a pig’s tail!” exclaimed his wife. It sure does, thought smilley. Together, they pieced together a plausible scenario of what happened. Someone had broken into their home, packaged up Mrs smilley’s kushy clones and were going to steal them. Pixie had done her job by confronting the intruder and scaring him off. As the intruder ran off, Pixie must have taken a chomp out of it’s tail. “Good job!!” said smilley, petting the dog affectionately on the head. Pixie wagged her tail and nuzzled smilley’s hand.
Smilley and his wife both felt violated. Someone had broken into their sanctuary and tried to steal Mrs smilley’s most prized possessions. Smilley vowed to get to the bottom of this invasion and promised to hide the emergency key in a better place. Mrs smilley locked the doors and the two retired for the evening.
Kushy Clone Day F18
The Story Continues
The Story Continues
The following day, smilley went over to his pal, gorilla ganja’s place or as smilley liked to call him, gg. The two sat and smoked a spliff, had a coffee and discussed smilley’s break-in. After inspecting the little pink appendage, gg concluded “It must have been one of the Fudd brothers. Rumour has it that Porky was pissed off when your wife and that wolf put the run on him from his straw house. If he had caught wind that your wife had top shelf kushy clones then he would definitely be interested”. This made sense to smilley and he asked gorilla ganja if he’d help check out this theory.
“Sure, I’ll guide you over the stealthy route and we can see what those Fudd brothers are up to without being seen. Smilley smiled, loaded his travelling bong with weed and the two friends crept through the bush following game trails and little known paths. Every so often, they’d huff on the bong and by the time they peaked over the ridge overlooking Elmer Fudd’s house they were pleasantly buzzed.
Smilley could see Elmer and Porky busily fortifying the house with bricks. They’d added bars to the windows and the bricks were almost up to the eave height. More importantly, he could see a white bandage on the end of Porky’s tail. “It’s true” whispered gg “The Fudd brothers are rippers...”. Smilley was livid, the only thing he hated worse than tax collectors was rippers. Smilley and gg watched the Fudd brothers for a while and then proceeded back to gg’s place after refilling the travelling bong.
Sitting back at gg’s kitchen table, now drinking rum, they discussed what they had seen. “I guess they’re worried that Jojo will come back and threaten to blow in their house” reasoned smilley. “I’d hate for them to sneak around here and rip my outdoor autos this summer” said gorilla ganja. “How much do you think the Fudd brothers weigh?” asked smilley. GG thought about it for a minute and said “at least 600 hundred pounds each”. “That’s a lot of bacon” noted smilley. “And pork chops, roasts and cutlets” added gorilla ganja. Smilley lit another gagger and the two sat dreaming about pork while they sipped their rum. “I’m not looking forward to telling my wife about what we saw” muttered smilley.
Back at the hovel, Mrs smilley was fuming. After smilley told her about the Fudd brothers she cursed like a sailor for a good ten minutes. Smilley listened to her vent for about half an hour and then excused himself to go check on the zammies. “I’ll smoke a hash reefer with her after she calms down a bit” figured smilley.
The Story Continues
The following day, smilley went over to his pal, gorilla ganja’s place or as smilley liked to call him, gg. The two sat and smoked a spliff, had a coffee and discussed smilley’s break-in. After inspecting the little pink appendage, gg concluded “It must have been one of the Fudd brothers. Rumour has it that Porky was pissed off when your wife and that wolf put the run on him from his straw house. If he had caught wind that your wife had top shelf kushy clones then he would definitely be interested”. This made sense to smilley and he asked gorilla ganja if he’d help check out this theory.
“Sure, I’ll guide you over the stealthy route and we can see what those Fudd brothers are up to without being seen. Smilley smiled, loaded his travelling bong with weed and the two friends crept through the bush following game trails and little known paths. Every so often, they’d huff on the bong and by the time they peaked over the ridge overlooking Elmer Fudd’s house they were pleasantly buzzed.
Smilley could see Elmer and Porky busily fortifying the house with bricks. They’d added bars to the windows and the bricks were almost up to the eave height. More importantly, he could see a white bandage on the end of Porky’s tail. “It’s true” whispered gg “The Fudd brothers are rippers...”. Smilley was livid, the only thing he hated worse than tax collectors was rippers. Smilley and gg watched the Fudd brothers for a while and then proceeded back to gg’s place after refilling the travelling bong.
Sitting back at gg’s kitchen table, now drinking rum, they discussed what they had seen. “I guess they’re worried that Jojo will come back and threaten to blow in their house” reasoned smilley. “I’d hate for them to sneak around here and rip my outdoor autos this summer” said gorilla ganja. “How much do you think the Fudd brothers weigh?” asked smilley. GG thought about it for a minute and said “at least 600 hundred pounds each”. “That’s a lot of bacon” noted smilley. “And pork chops, roasts and cutlets” added gorilla ganja. Smilley lit another gagger and the two sat dreaming about pork while they sipped their rum. “I’m not looking forward to telling my wife about what we saw” muttered smilley.
Back at the hovel, Mrs smilley was fuming. After smilley told her about the Fudd brothers she cursed like a sailor for a good ten minutes. Smilley listened to her vent for about half an hour and then excused himself to go check on the zammies. “I’ll smoke a hash reefer with her after she calms down a bit” figured smilley.
Day F21
Day F21
So, one of my smart sockets failed last night and the tuned spectrum led over the kushy clones didn't turn off and ruined the night cycle in the grow room. I replaced it and everything should be ok going forward, now and I'll keep an eye on things a little closer.
All the zammies are budding now and stretch is slowing. The lanky one stretched 6 inches in the last 7 days to 30 inches. I think she'll end up about 36 inches. The other 3 stretched somewhat less. I'm going to give them one more week in the 2 gallon pots and then attempt to up pot to 20 liters.
The Lanky One
This zammie has thinner leaves and looks like what I would consider a typical sativa. She's quite different than the others in both stretch and leaf shape.
Day F21
So, one of my smart sockets failed last night and the tuned spectrum led over the kushy clones didn't turn off and ruined the night cycle in the grow room. I replaced it and everything should be ok going forward, now and I'll keep an eye on things a little closer.
All the zammies are budding now and stretch is slowing. The lanky one stretched 6 inches in the last 7 days to 30 inches. I think she'll end up about 36 inches. The other 3 stretched somewhat less. I'm going to give them one more week in the 2 gallon pots and then attempt to up pot to 20 liters.
The Lanky One
This zammie has thinner leaves and looks like what I would consider a typical sativa. She's quite different than the others in both stretch and leaf shape.
Day F28
Day F28
Up potting Day: From 2 gallons to 20 liters. They should like the extra leg room. Root bound? I don't know, but a very dense full root mass. I don't think I damaged any of the plants. Tomorrow should tell if they experience any shock from the procedure.
I still have another foot of headroom. Just the lanky one still stretching now. She's about 42 inches now. I fed each plant a gallon of liquid. I'm reluctant to feed them to run off until the roots get to the bottom of the new pails.
Day F28
Up potting Day: From 2 gallons to 20 liters. They should like the extra leg room. Root bound? I don't know, but a very dense full root mass. I don't think I damaged any of the plants. Tomorrow should tell if they experience any shock from the procedure.
I still have another foot of headroom. Just the lanky one still stretching now. She's about 42 inches now. I fed each plant a gallon of liquid. I'm reluctant to feed them to run off until the roots get to the bottom of the new pails.
I'm seeing some of the large fans yellowing. Hopefully the repotting will help with that. I switched to flowering solution a week after flip. Maybe I should have fed with grow formula until the end of stretch? Lockout? I don't know. It looks like nitrogen deficiency to me but I don't know. I'd certainly like to hear opinions on this...
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DNM1
Could be all the above happening to them in a short period of time.They are very good getting back into the schedule if you ease off, my personal opinion, with the nutrients, and,allow the rooting system to work itself into place
Find with just watering for a few days,it's bound to show me what the "true" problem is,instead of rushing into a fix
They look lovely S.
Could be all the above happening to them in a short period of time.They are very good getting back into the schedule if you ease off, my personal opinion, with the nutrients, and,allow the rooting system to work itself into place
Find with just watering for a few days,it's bound to show me what the "true" problem is,instead of rushing into a fix
They look lovely S.
Thanks for the feedback, DNM1. I'm hoping the repotting will fix them. They're certainly not overfed. Could be a million things... I'll just hang tight and see how they progress going forward. I sure like what your doing with all the ACE genetics you have going. I wish I had as much space as you.
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DNM1
You are too kind S.I feel they "showed" the need for a repot.That's what's going on, and,not so much something you did wrong
YukonKronic
Active member
Mine always drop old fans through stretch and start a light fade at around 8 weeks.. I think they just prefer to use up the old leaves before they die... I wouldn’t worry unless it keeps progressing.
Foliar feeding a calcium nitrate spray could help. Not at 8 weeks though and only half strength now.
