When you grow up with it, it’s normal. The idea of stuff like black bears is a lot scarier to me than an eastern brown snake, and they can be like an eshay on meth if they feel threatened.

I have to mention that I went to Sweden for several weeks when my kids were 2 and 4, and we spent some time staying at my friend’s in-law’s home. They lived in a rural area of northern Sweden, and I was starting to lose my shit over how often I’d ask someone to watch the kids while I went to the bathroom or something, only to come back and realise my kids were nowhere to be seen and no one else had any idea where they were.

It took about 3 days and me nearly reaching the point of yelling at someone to realise that the Swedes were all really chill about the kids free roaming because there was no wildlife around that would eat/poison/envenomate them. After that, I pointed out where the bilberry patch in the yard was to them and stopped stressing out. At least I knew if they were out of sight, they were probably stuffing their faces with berries. 🤣