Homeowners are curious creatures—half shrewd, half gullible—forever sniffing out the next miracle that promises to shave a few coins off the cost of their personal castle. They’re not so far gone as to expect a fairy with a magic wrench, but they do believe they can bleed the government for profit, and subsidies are their chosen vein.
What they never account for is the collateral damage: ending up with some high-maintenance contraption that wilts the moment winter bares its teeth. Yes, they got their slice of the subsidy pie. But now they’re shackled to a machine that drains their wallet in multiples while delivering misery in bulk.That initial subsidy? Pure honey—perfect for luring the greedy or the desperate. And there’s never a shortage of either. Let the scheme run a while, though, and the landscape shifts: horror stories multiply, enthusiasm for “free money” curdles into dread, and the scent of honey turns to the stench of a trap. Because no bait works forever.