I grew up on a farm. I hunted, killed and ate birds. We killed snakes on the farm. Once, when I was younger and less civilized, I was involved in a full scale war against a hive of bees living in the vent in the wall. Needless to say, that hurt! Often I deserved to get stung, other times bees were hidden under the undergrowth of the path next to the fence and they bit me out of the blue.
When you grow up in nature, you develop a kind of respect for animals and creation that (in my view) is very different from someone who admires it on the television or from a scenic viewpoint on top of the mountain. I sometimes wonder if we havent gotten a little romantic about nature?