Last fall, I was lucky enough to get some work as a hired trimmer for a rather large (big enough to have one of these:
http://www.tumbleweed.bz/tech_info.php ) cooperative in the foothills. Besides making money, I ended up with a few pounds of really good, close trim/popcorn. I made a shitload of oil and saved the rest (3/4 lb) for rolling fatties. One night last December, I accidentally smoked too much of my BHO, and ended up WAY too high. Tripping balls high. Paranoid as fuck high. I remember thinking frantically that my house reeked of weed (it did), that my neighbors all knew what was going on, and that I NEEDED TO GET RID OF EVERYTHING, RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
Thankfully, I managed to chill myself out before I started flushing all my shit down the toilet or putting in down the garbage disposal.