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UPDATE: 11/11/2019 I got found out! 

After weeks and weeks of carefully hiding my fodder growing project, after all the work and effort I put into concealing my fodder affairs, after following all the great advice from the community on how to best hide my bathroom fodder enterprise, I ended up getting caught anyway.
So, for those of you who have been following this story, my latest attempt to discourage my wife from going into the spare bathroom to clean (and thereby discovering my fodder tower and bins full of growing barley fodder) was to put a new handheld shower head with hose and a bunch of tools into the bathroom - making it look like I was attempting to install a new handheld shower head in the bathtub/shower. I figured that would discourage her from wanting to clean the bathroom with all those tools and such laying around.
So yesterday, my wife asks me if I am finally going to install that new handheld shower head in the spare bathroom. OK, not a big deal. I had an excuse already prepared for that question. I responded with, why yes, I certainly was planning on installing that new shower head but the old shower head was a plastic holder and the new hose was metal. The metal hose did not fit the plastic holder and I was looking into options and maybe I would have to order some other parts. Perfect! I thought. Handled that one without breaking a sweat.
Not giving up, Dear Wife asked me if that was going to take very long to get the new part for the metal shower head. Well, I calmly responded, it could take awhile, but did it really matter because we never use that bathroom in the winter anyway?
She looks at me and calmly says, I suppose not, considering you are growing grass in there anyway!

What? I responded, trying to play dumb for the time.
So Dear Wife states, did you think I didn't know what you were up to growing grass in the spare bathroom?
Did you think that I would not open the shower curtain and see your tower growing grass?
Do you think that I'm not aware of all your attempts to hide it from me?
I tried to respond with my list of well rehearsed excuses I have complied from this thread, well I...

No! She cut me off immediately. You can't hide anything from me and I knew about this from the start! But it's OK for the winter cause I know you are feeding the chickens that grass. You can move it back out to the garage in the spring.


I don't often state this, or even admit it, but, truth be told, Dear Wife both outsmarted and outclassed me on this one. My weeks and weeks of sneaking around the house with this fodder project were for naught. She knew about it all the time.
The only question I have left is if she would have allowed me to grow fodder in the spare bathroom if I had asked before setting up the project, or if she just enjoyed knowing that I was trying to hide this fodder growing tower in the bathtub and she knew what I was up to all the time!?

Whatever. I'll probably never know. But my wife does enjoy the fresh eggs we get every day from my chickens and after 30+ years of marriage has probably decided it's not worth her time trying to train anyone new to replace me. So maybe I dodged the bullet this time. My fodder is doing well, the chickens are giving us some good eggs, my wife is still putting up with me, so life is good.




After weeks and weeks of carefully hiding my fodder growing project, after all the work and effort I put into concealing my fodder affairs, after following all the great advice from the community on how to best hide my bathroom fodder enterprise, I ended up getting caught anyway.

So, for those of you who have been following this story, my latest attempt to discourage my wife from going into the spare bathroom to clean (and thereby discovering my fodder tower and bins full of growing barley fodder) was to put a new handheld shower head with hose and a bunch of tools into the bathroom - making it look like I was attempting to install a new handheld shower head in the bathtub/shower. I figured that would discourage her from wanting to clean the bathroom with all those tools and such laying around.

So yesterday, my wife asks me if I am finally going to install that new handheld shower head in the spare bathroom. OK, not a big deal. I had an excuse already prepared for that question. I responded with, why yes, I certainly was planning on installing that new shower head but the old shower head was a plastic holder and the new hose was metal. The metal hose did not fit the plastic holder and I was looking into options and maybe I would have to order some other parts. Perfect! I thought. Handled that one without breaking a sweat.

Not giving up, Dear Wife asked me if that was going to take very long to get the new part for the metal shower head. Well, I calmly responded, it could take awhile, but did it really matter because we never use that bathroom in the winter anyway?

She looks at me and calmly says, I suppose not, considering you are growing grass in there anyway!


What? I responded, trying to play dumb for the time.

So Dear Wife states, did you think I didn't know what you were up to growing grass in the spare bathroom?

Did you think that I would not open the shower curtain and see your tower growing grass?

Do you think that I'm not aware of all your attempts to hide it from me?

I tried to respond with my list of well rehearsed excuses I have complied from this thread, well I...


No! She cut me off immediately. You can't hide anything from me and I knew about this from the start! But it's OK for the winter cause I know you are feeding the chickens that grass. You can move it back out to the garage in the spring.




The only question I have left is if she would have allowed me to grow fodder in the spare bathroom if I had asked before setting up the project, or if she just enjoyed knowing that I was trying to hide this fodder growing tower in the bathtub and she knew what I was up to all the time!?


Whatever. I'll probably never know. But my wife does enjoy the fresh eggs we get every day from my chickens and after 30+ years of marriage has probably decided it's not worth her time trying to train anyone new to replace me. So maybe I dodged the bullet this time. My fodder is doing well, the chickens are giving us some good eggs, my wife is still putting up with me, so life is good.


