hmmmmmm, letsee........ When I was a Jr. in high school: Cops came to my house with a search warrant to look for stolen property. I knew nothing would be found because I had no idea where they came up with me for a thief... I didn't have it nor did I steal it) Mom was home, so was I, they got to my car, opened the trunk, Cop said: 'What's THIS ? Mom was standing there, Bless her heart...... she said 'That's mine'....... I was able to keep the box full of bottles of Vodka, JD, Rum, Everclear......
Well, in the late 70's, I was an amateur intrepid pot farmer for a while. There were plants all over the property... One by one, Dad found 'em all. As each was found, the silent treatment was deafening. One by one, I'd wake up & head out the door to work, only to find a uh, pot with nuthin' but a few inches of stalk stickin' out... sitting on the roof of my car. All but one. Damn, I was good. We had this big-ass bush/tree where I'd strapped it pretty high up, just catching sun all day. Couldn't see jack, man. Such a great hiding place, that one. Beauty of it was, it was sinsemilla - a seedless female with buds a-poppin'. He found that one, too. Damn, he was good. About a month later, I discovered it behind the extra bedroom door, the room was where laundry would come and go as it was prepped 'fore and aft'. He kept it there covered with an industrial bag to not let the scent waft, to remind himself of what a rotten batch of sperm that must have been oh, so long ago. I pinched that sucker, big time.
My dad walked into a dark room once to find my boyfriend's head between my legs. Fortunately he did not turn on the lights & left quickly. Shades of a "Six Feet Under" episode I saw recently.