Wow, that's an awesome story. Obviously not that you lost the trees in the first place, but damn, who woulda thought you'd ever see that bag again! No need for all the paranoia though O, I've been pretty paranoid when I was younger too, so I know it happens...you just gotta tell yourself that you are being completely irrational lol.

Long long long story short...I was completely disorientated on my way with a friend to his house from a keg in a marsh (15-16 y.o)...me and my friend lost each other (long story like I said lol), and what I thought was a good idea at the time, I placed the half ounce I had near a fence (planning to get it later, was thinking if a cop came since there were a lot in the area at the time and I was stumbling like a bitch..it would be no good). Anyway, didn't remember shit in the morning except I had lost my half ounce and I put it by a fence...absolutely no idea of what fence in a pretty suburban area.

Fast forward 3 days and thunderstorms, and I'm at my other friend's house about a 10 minute walk from the first friend. He lives next to a small beach, and I see a fence in one of his neighbors yards that looked familiar, so I go over and there is my wrapped up half ounce laying in a plant next to the fence. ('Happy' was an understatment...if I told that whole story, it woulda been at least a few pages, but I think you got the gist of it).

One of the greatest moments I can think of that happened to me. Anyway, sorry, I'm actually high right now...and felt that needed to be told...sorry O, but yeah...good things happen to good people, "the weed be lettin' ya know".