fuck, that happened to me 2 days ago. I had all my pot out lying on this board it was an eighth. And im sittin at my desk scrapin my bowl and i have some resin balls and crumbs on this sheet of paper, and a lighter. And my mom comes up, knocks on the door and then grabs the door knob. It was locked, and she asked me to open up RIGHT AWAY. So i scrambled to high shit. I slid the board with the eighth on top, under my dresser and i just through shit under my clothes. After i opened the door, she stood there asking me for 10 minutes what took so long to asnwer the door. I kept saying nothing. And she finally said "are you smoking pot" and i said no, and shut the door and walked down stairs and that was the end of that. to fuckin close