Sorry about the lack of updates, i've been wrapped various chores/errands etc. I've got 20 plants in the ground and i am working steadily to dig in the others. Hopefully i'll have some swamp pics either today or tomorrow but in the mean time i have the story of how i got my babies home:
So i was literally scraping my bowl at my kitchen table when i hear a knock on my door. I wisely pocketed my bowl and went to the door. It was the director of housing and and one of his minions. The conversation goes something like this:
"Are you all set for your room inspection?"
"Uh . . . no."
"Well you had to be out of the building as of 5:00 today." (It was 6)
"I thought i had until tomorrow"
"What made you think that?"
"I donno i must have gotten confused. Can you give me an hour to pack up my shit?"
"I check back in a little while."
Keep in mind that this entire exchange happened within sight of my plants. So i carefully packed all my plants into the largest container i had.
I entrusted my loyal pet snake Chester to guard my crop.
Then i sealed everything up and prepared it for transfer in the back of my parents mini van.