There is a petulant child in me that is stamping her foot, scowling and muttering, "Why do I miss out on all the fun."
It's not like I'm hardly ever home. I'm here the great majority of the time. But the very day I go to town and have quite a few tasks to achieve, meaning I'm away for more than a few hours, that's the day the cops raid and demolish the illegal crops in the area. Nothing much happens around here usually and a police exercise is the equivalent of high excitement. It's fast approaching crop harvest time for marijuana so I guess they couldn't wait for a day that suited me better.
They hit a few more crops than those I suspected I knew about. But it could be the one guy who planted them all. I sure hope there aren't any more that they didn't find. Not if they belonged to the one guy anyway. I hope the infrared detection from helicopters is as efficient as they say it is.
I could be tempted into going off on a little rant but, as they say, discretion is the better part of valour. After all, I have neighbours.