I have a very nice apartment in a good location that doesn't have invasive weeds. I don't care where this guy's house is- I'll trade my apartment for his ridiculous palace any day of the week and twice on Sundays. Because I'll just dump enough chemicals to make Rachel Carson rise from the grave and chastise me instead of running around my multi-million dollar abode complaining about WEEDS.
I don't know why anyone finds the endless whining of the upper middle class interesting, let alone funny, but I guess that's just my problem.
"We love our house." Shut up after uttering these words. Enough already.