Okay, it's 24 hours later and I'm okay now. No doors got kicked in and nobody got slapped around. Cooler heads prevailed. It was kids. I was seeing red and wasn't thinking clearly at the time.
I knew before I dug the first hole that it was at best a 50/50 chance of seeing these to fruition. We even discussed it. It was far from being a stealthy grow. Some weight was lost, but I've got at least a pound drying, and there's still probably four ounces on the plant that I'll finish harvesting tomorrow.
Another good thing is that Shabby is untouched and unknown. She's gonna go all the way.