You should talk to a lawyer, maybe. My gut feeling is as the renter, they will assume you are responsible for the use of the property, and growing pot illegally can cause you a great deal of trouble. It’s possible CPS could get involved, and you don’t want that. Please see if you can find someone else to feed them, and if they don’t want to do it permanently, see if they will spend a few months feeding them diminishing amounts to wean them from dependency. A good friend invited us (a group of friends) to meet her new boyfriend, whom she was head over heels with. He was a bit older than us, but he was nice and very handsome.
Well, I am the oldest grandchild of a man I’ve been told was both very charismatic and rather mean man who had a bit of a reputation as a less than honorable scoundrel. He died back in the seventies when I was a young teenager. I remember that after he died, there was a big family uproar over where my grandfather had hidden his “money sock” before he died. This so-called money sick was actually a large, locked cigar box purported to contain a large sum of money (in the half-million dollar range) that supposedly everyone knew about but no one knew where he would have stashed it.
Some felt he’d buried it on the property (he owned around 160 acres of mostly rocky scrub land with clay hills, impenetrable forest and rocky ravines. He was able to farm about half of it for a living). During the debate, some interesting facts emerged that I never knew. The first surprise was when my aunts and uncles discussed their vague memories as children of bonfires in the woods in the middle of the night. It turns out that they were remembering rallies, cross burnings and lynchings by the K K K in the back field (out of sight of prying eyes) and that my grandfather had served as the grand dragon of the state in which he lived.
They said he was easy to recognize because he stood a head and shoulders over everyone else and he was proud of his position and did not wear the hood like most everyone else. The kids were threatened with a serious “whoopin” if they told anyone about their Daddy’s “parties.” Another secret that came out was that even though my grandmother was his legal wife, the nature of their relationship was more of a master-slave type arrangement. She was Please leave a writing thing I usually copy and paste that way have to stop you know I didn’t have the full account data.
To cut things short, I ended up on vacation at my sister’s home, 120 miles from home when things got really bad. I was sent home by emergency transport where my doc was waiting for me and after surgery, the surgeon told my doc when he opened me, there was quite a mess inside. The infection had leaked after my appendix perforated and scar tissue was already forming and had enclosed my right ovary against my abdominal wall. The ovary would have to come out, and soon. During the ‘90s, I had a debacle with my appendix. I would visit the ER every month with excruciating pain and after examination and tests, they would send me home with the diagnosis of “female problems”. My family doctor spoke to a few surgeons and told them he just knew it was my appendix, would they please take a look around? They all refused.
But I didn’t like him. Of course I did not say anything to my friend, but after a few days I told the others that there was something about him I didn’t like. I couldn’t say what it was though, so we all filed it in the ‘no one is perfect’ file and let it go. Until next time when we all met again, this time with our spouses and boyfriends. And again I felt unease; there was something about his body language that had caught my eye. I just knew he was bad news, but everyone else in the group said it was because I was watching too much detective drama. So I arranged a coffee with my friend, only the two of us. I asked her diplomatically what did she know about him. She went a bit on the defensive, but then she said “Actually nothing, I know nothing about him.”