Beleaf Sampler Tent: Chimera #3, Tricho Jordan, Hawaiian Lion (fem seeds)

I didn't expect these to all be ready so quickly. I started with three of each type, and with the hopes to wind up with four good plants to take into flowering. All nine beans germinated by the first time I checked in on them, which was at about the thirty-six hour mark. Holy f. I was not expecting that. My skilled web "research" on the subject had steered me towards a longer prediction. I mean, people soak their beans in water for between hours and a day in the hopes of a 72 hour germination. I sprayed makeup pads from CVS with a few squirts, mostly sealed them in baggies and placed them shits on a blanket on top of a heating pad. Boom. Less than two days later, pop goes the seeds - all nine of them. Seeeeeed master. And, this is right where my mastery ends, but first, a little color. I'm planning on running a 60/40 coco/perlite mix in fabric pots within an autopot + reservoir system. I'm staying with the GH nutrient lineup along with a few of their bells and whistles, but my main interest in this grow is to have decent control over my ppm and ph, while only maintaining the reservoir once or twice per week. I'm hoping for a little more freedom, and this type of system just might buy me a week. That's the hope at least. We shall see. So, I cooked up the idea that I would first start in jiffy peat pellets. They seamed perfect. Super temporary, super neutral in everything, and easily transplantable into coco. They're also super freaking absorbent. I initially soaked them and thought they seamed a tad dry, so I added water until they would take no more. Let me tell you, friends. This is too much water. This is way too much water. Of the nine bean sprouts that would make their way into a jiffy pellet tomb, only eight would lift their heads to see the light of day. Another two would never show their seed-bound leaves, but instead choose to live life as a baren ball on a skinny pole. Had they just been allowed to breathe, what could they have become? What kind of lives would they have lead? Yet, alas, they were drowned in a peat pellets. Jiffy peat pellets, twice soaked. Ill advised. Lesson of the week. Six remain. Two look good. One is a tall rope with a helmet. My last Tricho Jordan. I need it to make it.