Back in the day I did field research in Namib and Kalahari Deserts and in the Etosha Pan and would live for months in a tent inside a chain-link enclosure really out in the middle of nowhere. I grew up camping in the Cascades and Rockies and I guess I always figured most people had at least slept outdoors before - not so. Anyway, I’d start out telling the new students my two rules: always wear shoes, and NO FOOD IN THE TENT! Not even a candy wrapper, cause you see that 12 foot chain-link fence? A lion can jump over that. And you hear that sound? That’s a lion. Oh - and don’t “f” with the honey badgers and stay away from busted up termite mounds - mambas live in them and they are aggressive and can move faster than you can run. The boys were always more freaked than the girls. When hiking I liked keeping people close together so if someone strayed to far I say, “Good work, Bill - that looks like great snake habitat! Tell me if you find anything!” That makes them just about levitate. Seriously though, a cohort and I were following some critters and lost track of the time and really had to hightail to get back into camp by sundown. It was pretty freakin scary.
12’ fence? Pfft...
A friend moved to the shore with his wife who was from the hills. She wanted a garden so he bought two dump trucks of compost and two of soil for her. The deer love her efforts. He put up a 6’ fence which they jumped from a standing position. Next year he went to 12’ which only the bucks could jump. He would brag about her $200 cucumbers. At least deer don’t eat people.