Folks who spend their lives away from nature often have no idea what to do with it when presented with it - appreciation of the natural world is a learned thing, not innate. Fear of nature, on the other hand, is an entirely natural thing, which is only overcome through experience. Prey animals which don’t fear being eaten in the dark don’t survive long, and we come from a long lineage of prey.
I live pretty remotely, surrounded by nothing but forest and mountain, and we occasionally have family or friends visit.
Just a few weeks ago, a friend from a previous incarnation came to stay with her husband - and they lasted two days of a planned week before they got spooked by animal noises (deer) outside at night, and decided to move on to a city. They like nature, but at a distance, preferably mediated via a documentary, as it transpires that large animals are scary if you aren’t familiar with them. Also small animals. There was a lot of screaming at spiders and ants and birds and toads. It’s a feeling I can empathise with, but one that I overcame as a kid. I grew up a bit in the country, a bit in the city, and remember being f’ing terrified of the woods near my suburban fringe childhood home. There were monsters there, I was sure of it.
Conversely, I’ve a 16 year old niece staying at the moment, and she’s just appeared this morning grinning from ear to ear, having watched a sounder of boar, with young, saunter past her cabin in the morning mist. They absolutely are dangerous, but only if you put yourself in harm’s way. She’s a country girl - she sees nature as her environment, rather than an alien one.
Anyway. I feel for folks who can’t appreciate nature in its raw form - it’s an inexhaustible font of wonder, if you’re prepared to take the time to even slightly understand it.