a great skill to have, This is my first post here so If y'all will indulge me we could wrap this tread up with a story...
once , way back in the day...the late 60's, actually as I think of it it was more like summer 73 or 74 or so pretty sure 73 because I had a few of the "New" Hps lamps and they just where blowing away our fluros at the time of which we would have banks and banks of ,literally walls of tubes on rollers that could be moved and huge arrays that hung from the ceiling we did some extream LSTing to say the least.
Anyhow one day the home I lived in at the time started to fill with smoke then a fire truck roared up and stopped next door , I thought I was going to get sick, then I saw the fire men running to my neighbors(row home) and started to bash out windows, kinda felt a little relief, then there was banging on our door and panic returned to my stomach I ran the other way and my wife went to the door haha, the police said she had to leave the house she said she was the only one home called the dog and grabbed the cat and locked the door behind her I ran to the basement put bags over 3 plants at a time and cut down everything I had about 20-30 plants and tossed them in my trunk(attached basement Garage thanks gawd) then ran out back ducking by the fence to avoid being seen by Firefighters poking about the house next door and carried about 10x 5 gallon tomato and pepper pots off of the patio 4 at a time bear hug style quickly lined them all up tossed the cut rooted pots in a out of the way closet quick looked for loose leaves and lit a cigarette (yeah i still smoked tobacco back then)hot boxed it to change up the stink blew smoke all over turned off all the lights and split , I met up with my wife at a friends house a few blocks away waiting for a call from the fire chief saying it was safe to return.After a few beers and a joint I had forgotten all about the clandestine mid-day reefer evacuation, but I remembered that I bought a crate of beer the other day and it was still in my trunk , Harold said he would grab it since we needed more ice from the garage also, it took him like half an hour when I finally found him running up and down his back stairway a million times a minute, the beer the bag of ice and all my plants were in the tub filled with cold water, so we ended up drinking beer and taking like 200 clones that night and his wife packed the rest just as she did her dill, or rosemary ect. in a plastic bag with damp napkin they got planted a few days later and most if not all rooted,
before this I had a slight spider mite problem , but I got to bomb the basement and introduce new washed plants a day later.
Of course Harold and I had to meet with the fire chief that afternoon to inspect my house for the damage mostly the roof and a full walk through, when we came to the grow room by that time Harold and I drunk as hell where joking around a lot like why couldn't the fire take my wife and cat and leave me my dog and roof ect. the fire chief wanting a beer of his own no doubt didn't I really was not questioned about the tomatoes, I mumbled something about my wife and heirlooms and state fair contest or some shit he commented only that the set up looked safe and professional enough. I noted my family name ,(my father, owned a Nursery and Garden supply store that at that point he had sold year earlier and had become a small chain , eventually to be bought up by ACE/True value) so the guy left,
Harolds nephew fixed my roof and we set off on rigging more lights for Our growing family,
the moral of this story is that if you break a main stem beyond repair your cat pulls up your favorite plant, no worries toss her in a bag and then into your trunk , drive to a friends , get drunk , put her in the tub and hack the little lady to pieces, then drunkenly deal with the chief when he comes snooping.
Peace and may the Universe Bless you