Nobody really knows how to fly them. NOBODY.
Even if you haven’t been goosed by a rogue recreational drone like me, you've seen them invade the skies of public parks and crowded streets, erratically whirring above like mutant bees. They're impossibly tricky to fly, and nobody seems to have any idea how to actually control them, resulting in the sort of dangerously unexpected dips and swerves that you'd expect from a bird of prey who'd taken some bad Molly. There's also the issue of noise pollution -- individually, they're not a total nuisance, but get a couple in the same general vicinity and it’s like lounging at the edge of an airport tarmac.
They're inevitably ending up in your next garage sale
Be honest, the drone you got for Christmas is still in its box, stashed away on a shelf, gathering dust. Much like the Talkboy you got in fourth grade, you'll probably take it out once or twice, give it a half-hearted whirl, think "man, does anybody really know how to fly these things?," and go make a sandwich. It’s one of those flash-in-the-pan impulse buys inevitably bound for the yard sale stockpile.