Males happen. Sometimes they make you happy, because you’re a friendly neighborhood breeder and you want a strapping young lad to do unmentionable things to your prized females. Sometimes, you’ve been pampering your Conspiracy Kush for your next round of flowering, and discover that the super-branchy vigorous one that already smells amazing is… DUN DUN DUN:
… A MALE.
Anyway, please feel free to contribute to my WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE A MALE support group.