So I premixed my nutes for both the veg tent and the autos in the flower tent. Maybe 5 days ago? Eight days?
Two different gallon jugs, 2 different mixes. Both get bti, the bacteria that kills fungus gnats.
I set them in different places so's to be con-veeen-yent and not get mixed up. Waste not, want not.
I went out snip my young 'uns, I noticed that the jug for the veg tent was a strange color.
The Universe really tried to protect me on this one. It was the wrong color. I raised two boys who were athletes and I have smelled just about all the bad smells I want to smell.
You'd think I'd learned by now, but oh no...I opened the cap, gave it a sniff, and just about barfed.
DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT $200
Well. Ms Gray-But-Always-Blond also puts poo in the mix, and then she installed a space heater to keep the garage at a comfortable 74F. The other jug was also a strange color - a different color, but still not right either. And f*ck me, but I sniffed that one too...
(omg, howling now, but for eff-sakes, you'd think I'd learn )
Apparently the bacteria enjoyed the poo and multiplied, so they also added their own poo happily until they probably died a horrible death in it and then I was dumb enough to give it a good old sniff. Twice.
I gagged. Again.
I could not flush the toilet fast enough. Two whole gallons of this evil witch's brew down the pipes. I tossed the jugs after removing my labeling.
Lesson learned: Mix only what you need at the time you need it. Never mix your shit ahead of time and then store it in a dark warm wet environment, like the inside of a jug in your comfortable grow area.
If you do do that, don't sniff it. Don't even open it. It's not milk. Now it's a biohazard of some sort.
Better yet, don't do it. Trust me. You can totally take it off your bucket list.
I took one for the team.
Still trying to get the smell out of my nose.
Two different gallon jugs, 2 different mixes. Both get bti, the bacteria that kills fungus gnats.
I set them in different places so's to be con-veeen-yent and not get mixed up. Waste not, want not.
I went out snip my young 'uns, I noticed that the jug for the veg tent was a strange color.
The Universe really tried to protect me on this one. It was the wrong color. I raised two boys who were athletes and I have smelled just about all the bad smells I want to smell.
You'd think I'd learned by now, but oh no...I opened the cap, gave it a sniff, and just about barfed.
DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT $200
Well. Ms Gray-But-Always-Blond also puts poo in the mix, and then she installed a space heater to keep the garage at a comfortable 74F. The other jug was also a strange color - a different color, but still not right either. And f*ck me, but I sniffed that one too...
(omg, howling now, but for eff-sakes, you'd think I'd learn )
Apparently the bacteria enjoyed the poo and multiplied, so they also added their own poo happily until they probably died a horrible death in it and then I was dumb enough to give it a good old sniff. Twice.
I gagged. Again.
I could not flush the toilet fast enough. Two whole gallons of this evil witch's brew down the pipes. I tossed the jugs after removing my labeling.
Lesson learned: Mix only what you need at the time you need it. Never mix your shit ahead of time and then store it in a dark warm wet environment, like the inside of a jug in your comfortable grow area.
If you do do that, don't sniff it. Don't even open it. It's not milk. Now it's a biohazard of some sort.
Better yet, don't do it. Trust me. You can totally take it off your bucket list.
I took one for the team.
Still trying to get the smell out of my nose.
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