Your spieces changes yet again. You now seem to be some intelligent Marijuana/Human hybrid. You hear the old lady chuckle.
"Well, again, not exactly what I wanted, but on the other hand a perennial plant such as you, being a hybrid, should live to be a hundred years or more. And trimming your leaves would be no mare detrimental to you than trimming a cat's claws or a human's finger nails. I wonder how potent you are? I should call my teenage grandson, he could probably tell me."
"Great!" you think, "If DEA catches this old bat, I'll be cut up and burned!"