That shit is scary. In my college days, I had a pretty nice grow going in an apartment. I was going to move out in a few months, and I had a batch of Mikado's almost done.
I ran a business about an hour away from my school, and was down there working. I can still remember my phone ringing as I stood at the top of a 40 ft ladder. I let it go to message, and when I listened it to it, it was my landloard saying "I know this is last minute, but I really need to show an apartment like yours, and since you're moving out, I'm just going to run them through real quick. Don't worry if it's messy, they won't care". HOLY SHIT!
I was helpless. I tried calling, but they had already gone over to it. I lived by myself, and didn't exactly lock stuff back then.
I called my girlfriends brother who is an attorney, and asked what to do. He said that the police couldn't get a warrent, since it was the end of the day, and the judge would have been out of his office. They didn't have permission to enter either. He said get the hell up there, move the hell out in the middle of the night, and don't ever go back.
I packed up all my stuff in a couple of pickup truck loads, chopped down my girls and stuffed them in boxes with all my gear, dropped off a check for the remaining few months rent in the drop box, and never looked back.
Closest call ever. Growing in rented places blows. I would have loved to see the look on all their faces when they walked in, and saw my little hobby! Would have been priceless.
Hope all stays good with you.