First rule: If your parents, who are providing you with rent free housing, don't want weed in there house, don't bring it in. It's as simple as that. It's only a matter of time till they catch you, no matter how foolproof you think your hiding spot is, and if they are staunchly against it, this can entail loss of weed and in more serious cases ARREST (yes, mommy and daddy love you, but they have their limits too, especially if this is a repeat offense). You know what they say, leave a million monkeys in a room with typewriters, they'll eventually write Shakespeare. Same rule applies here.
Try other hiding spots. Have a dog house? Make a waterproof box, and
stash it in the corner. Have a friend whose parents are hippies? Get him
to hold for you. Be creative, it is better than just throwing an O into a
tube sock and stuffing it into the back of your underwear drawer for
If you do keep weed in your house against my and others' advice, get something airtight, and don't just whip it out to sniff the danky mist that eminates--Control yourself!
Rule 2: Don't keep all of your stash in one jar. To me, this seems like a simple one. Lets say you don't follow this, and your parents find a huge sack of weed sitting in your "primo stash spot." How will they react, holding an ounce of fire in their hands? Now, rewind, and divvy that up into, say, 14 two gram bags. Your parents happen upon a bag, maybe two, scold you, and toss it. After this, of course, I recommend reanalyzing rule 1, and getting all of it off the premises.
Ley Tres (rule three): Watch out for suspicious behavior. Got a brother snooping around your room? Is your mom throwing stuff around in your room? this is a WARNING SIGN that you have not done well in hiding what you've got, 'cause you were dumb (we all are sometime), and disregarded rules one and two.
пра́вило четы́ре (rule four): Don't smoke in your house. Don't open a window to blow smoke through. Don't turn on the ceiling fan in the hallway. Don't do it. DONT DO IT. I've got a friend, Cesar for these purposes, who used to smoke all the time in his house. For a while he got lucky, his folks just thought it smelled like ass in his room because he was 16 (which you shouldn't be right now:mad:), and teenage boys smell nasty all the time. One day, he sparked an exceptionally large bowl while listening to music. His mother called upstairs to tell him to come for dinner, yet he could not hear; what was she to do but go into his room to get him? And she did just that. I'm sure that no face was more priceless that his, as his mother turned from general disgust to pure hatred, grilling him for what must have seemed like eternity before hitting so hard in the face that he broke his spoon and was left with a fairly large, hand shaped, red mark on his face for the next day of school. I'm sure many of you are thinking, "What a bitch! Breaking his piece, wasting his weed, hitting her kid! She should be reported," but in all honesty, if I had the same views, I would react the same way.
Rule 5: Don't bitch about your parents finding and disposing of your stash. It happens, and I'm sure that many here who smoked under their parents house have been in this exact position. The principle I use to justify this is simple math; unless you keep pounds upon pounds of premium cannabis holed up in your house, you are still in the red with your mom after she throws out all of your weed. Think of how much rent she has levied for you; about 18 years worth. Think of food, clothes, transportation. I'd be willing to say that more than $10,000 (EDIT: Millions) has been invested in each child, and that is being VERY conservative, so your $80 of weed really doesn't dent the debt too far in your favour.
Still confused? Well, I'll sum it up simply. If you're on this site, legally, and your parents still house you, they probably love you. Don't fuck with their rules, because everyone has a tensile breaking point in a relationship. You could ask my brother, who was kicked out 6 years ago at 16 years of age, about that very limit, and he would say how he regretted pushing his luck for so long.
I hope you never have to get caught, and can still enjoy toking as often as you like.
I'll be periodically updating this short list as well, and criticism is welcome. This is by no means perfect, trust me, I know.
Have a nice night, and be sure to say thanks to those people who raised you to be such (hopefully ) functional and well mannered people.
P.S.: The best way to not get caught is to move out, so get to it!
Edited by dirtridge, 16 June 2011 - 02:38 AM.