So glad to see you still here, Muddy.
The guys at the door remind me of a story of my father growing back in the 70s. He had a nice setup in the basement, was hooked up with some guys in the botany department at the local university doing some crazy cross breeding, etc. My mother had quit smoking after having me and my sister, and she was increasingly paranoid about him getting busted. One day a cop came to the door to ask about a burglary or some unrelated event, and she just about had a heart attack. Told him to get rid of it all, but somehow he talked her into keeping the grow going. Within weeks, she hears walkie talkies outside and saw flashing lights, and she totally freaked. She smashed all the lights, chopped down everything and stuffed it in trash bags, and dumped out all his experimental nutrients. Turns out it was a gas leak up the block and not a raid, but that put an end to my dad's growing career. :no: