Wow, how time flies!
Time for the
HYENA'S GROW HOUSE update!
Okay the adventure has continued this past week in some surprising ways. But in the wonderful, wacky world of weed the only real surprise would be no surprises, right? So we rocked through all the highs and lows...
Firstly, the clone tent is in BUSINESS!
These plants look excellent, and they are growing at an amazing rate!
So I was taken a little by surprise by the growth and I settled in to scrog this whole thing properly. This is a crucial one of three scrogs that will make or break maximum production.
After awhile...
Yeah I really hit it and everybody is where they need to be. No bad leaf tips so we like the way things are moving in here. Temps are staying between 67-73 in the tent and the humidity is in the 30s.
Then into the garden I went.
The monster hedge hits you with stink like a hammer. It broke my nose. The density is an issue, both good and potentially bad, I am in unknown territory here because of the extreme size and concentration of these hundreds of branches. There are literally a dozen different plants in here even though they all came from the same bud. A couple tall like Sativas, some very compact like Indicas, each a different combination of nug shape, density, and aroma. And everything VERY sticky.
Trying to do much to this mass would take a lot more time than I have and besides, it's an experiment, right? Let's not second guess and ruin the result, good or bad. So other than plucking a few dozen totally dead leaves I left it all as a giant canvas, a floral masterpiece.
Some particularly awesome chunkers. This plant should be called New York because it looks like the skyline...
The differences between the buds are striking...
Yes, even this giant beanstalk that Jack could have climbed...except he would have gotten so sticky he'd still be halfway up.
So I'm super happy and looking at harvest in about 2 weeks, during which time this weight might grow another 50%. I'm super pleased, so pleased I regularly get a tiny voice telling me something is bound to go wrong and don't get too confident. I dismiss it every time, unless something actually DOES go wrong.
It did.
I'm just zipping up the furthest-back flap in the very back of the tent, I just wanted to check on the very back plant that I really can't see unless I go back there, and my red but experienced eye notices something tiny and it made my heart stop...
The dreaded banana of doom. Oh fuck.
So try not to panic I'm telling myself, first assess the situation. Then panic.
First thing, I didn't see any pollen. I hoped it might be a single anomalous nanner since it was just one, peeking out of the bud, at the very end of the top bud where these tiny bastards like to pop out and destroy a grow's value like Godzilla hit Tokyo. But as I examined more of the plant I saw more than a dozen, evenly distributed throughout the best buds. I wasn't entirely surprised, since these seeds were the result of a tiny hermie flower in the first grow, and one would think that hermie trait might express in at least one of the kids, and sure enough it did. By (hopefully) catching it in time, before the pollen reached the point of release, I probably saved the grow.
I knew immediately what I had to do and my heart fell. But I grabbed the harvesting implements and went to work.
An hour later we had a crater.
Sad, but necessary to hopefully save the rest of the grow from becoming a seed farm. Even a few seeds drop the value in half. And I smoke a lot of weed but I can't add four pounds to my stash.
So three more hours of unexpected, tedious trimming and hanging.
And the buds looked pretty darn juicy but it's a shame they couldn't go two more weeks, they would have been a nice haul. I hung the branches in the living room, and sealed the doors to the two grow rooms so their only air input is from the furnace ducts. This should hopefully eliminate any possible contamination from any banana that might somehow keep growing enough to pop some pollen, though thankfully it looks like this was caught in time. Fingers crossed.
I left with a sense I might have basically dodged a big old bullet. So in the end, happy. The got home and remembered a bud I snipped last week and brought back. It had the slightest hint of green but it was quite dank...
It was really, really good.
That's no mystery!
Peace, Hyena