Heh, I've just had a touch of the 'Reefer Madness' for the first time in yonks!
Following my after work spliff, I went outside to rearrange my autos so they could catch the last dying rays of the insipid sun struggling through the ominous grey clouds, when I happened to look up and saw a face staring at me from a nearby first floor window.
Now, although I knew that from his vantage point he could only see my head, I got a touch of the ol' paranoia.
"Fuck, I'm being watched," I thought. " What if it's a local scally casing the joint (pun intended) so he can rob my stash?"
So I started to do 'normal' things in the garden like pretending to brush the path and weed the border.
But every time I risked a furtive glance upwards, there he was, still watching me.
Then my thoughts turned to: "What if it's the cops? Staking me out to bust me for my five spindly and half drowned autos?"
That's when I ran inside. Cue twenty minutes of contingency planning in case of a raid/bust, before plucking up the courage to peek out of the window.
"Fuck, he's still there! Hang on a minute, that's not a face - it's a fuckin pink plant on the windowsill...!!"
I was freaked out for half an hour by a potted plant...
(White Widow autos produce a good smoke

)
Edit: I've just told the wife my amusing story, and she just said: "you fuckin freak, that's been there for days... "