Another brilliant piece of timing by Amy in choosing Countryside for the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge this week! Last weekend we rented a log cabin in the Wisconsin countryside (a first) so the whole family could get together. Daughters, spouses, grandkids and us, experiencing the joys of country living, at least for a couple of days. As someone once said, “It’s a great place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there.” Don’t get me wrong. We had a wonderful time but there are just some things that I cannot get used to.
The bugs! My God! The bugs!! If nothing else, the size and quantity of bugs in the countryside make this city girl want to stay close to the city. When we arrived at the cabin we were greeted by screams and shrieks coming from inside. “Aaaagh! Kill it! Kill it!” This coming from the kid who once travelled up the Amazon in Peru and trekked through the jungle in Thailand. Even she was having a hard time dealing with the bugs in Wisconsin.
I don’t know why it is, but I feel far less comfortable in the countryside than I do in the city. My imagination seems to get the better of me and my nightmares threaten to become a reality. Speaking of nightmares, I have this recurring one where I am walking in the country and suddenly come upon a wild animal, usually a lion. I don’t doubt there is a psychological explanation for it but it makes me very nervous when I’m hiking through the woods.
Everything seems to take on a sinister appearance in the countryside and my fear of birds takes on an added dimension.
Even the most innocuous country scene promises to hide some new danger. Was that a bear I saw lurking among the bushes?
We were obliged to take refuge in the cabin for several hours one afternoon when we heard the sound of someone taking target practice close by. Apparently I feel far less threatened by all the shooting that takes place in Chicago, even though, looking at it logically, the odds are probably in my favor here in the Wisconsin countryside. And I probably stand more chance of being mauled to death by a pit bull in Chicago than I do of being dispatched by a bear in Wisconsin. But there it is. Give me the city over the countryside every time, except for short visits.