The first apartment we rented on our return to Denmark was, mildly put, horrible. Never mind that it stank of cigarette smoke (how is it Greenlanders smoke outside the house in temperatures in the minus 40s but Danes don’t leave the house when lighting up? Sweeping generalisation… but…) it was tiny, poorly heated, and in the middle of a farming area. I didn’t mind the farming, but a quick look at Google maps revealed we were surrounded by three massive silage tanks. Hence the flies in the summer!
Of course, being slightly ingenious and making the most of a shitty situation, we employed flycatchers!
The battle lines were drawn!
Me being me, I knew there was a story here, and, several years later, Plantlife happened.