WEEKLY Q: Why are we afraid of nature?
Time for the weekly question.
Why are we afraid of nature?
OK, look, I have a secret. Many years ago I got freaked out camping in the forest. It was dark and it was spooky. Twigs were snapping and the snapping was getting closer and frankly, I just wanted my mum. Those damn noises were freaking me out. In my mind huge sheep with massive teeth loitered just outside the tent waiting to pounce when nature ironically called. In the end I was so freaked out by the experience I slept in the car. Nowadays I am ok in similar situations - I know those fanged sheep do not bite ;)
I imagine (please let it not just be me) that many urban folks have found themselves terrified in similar situations. Why does a dark forest freak us out? Why do we go nuts when a wasp is nearby? Why does a little mosquito bother us? Why does my wife have a problem with moths (she is much better nowadays though and can capture and release them herself without needing me). She does still get freaked out by winged animals in general. We see cute ducks by a pond...she sees evil winged beasties created solely to freak her out. Seriously.
This cannot be down purely to a bad experience as a kid, can it?
Why? What are we afraid of? What genuine predators lurk behind every tree to produce disproportionate terror when we find ourselves alone in the dark with nature? Are moths really that terrifying? Or is this a genetic predisposition based purely on our evolutionary past? Is it a 'fear of the unknown' thing?
Are you afraid of animals or nature? Tell us your stories and lets try and understand what is going on here.
Look forward to your thoughts.