Never really been caught in the act, but my mom did find an ounce once. That sucked. I made plans and everything to smoke the whole OZ that night. When I was a younger kid, they took me to the doctor to get drug tested. Failed those every time. I think they've finally given up hope of me quitting and maybe even got a bit cooler about it. Sometimes when they come visit, I'll leave a pipe or small pile of scraps in an inconspicuous spot to see if they say anything.