When I was a child on camping trips I was always scared of bears. Young though I was, my zeal for a clean tent and procedural correctness with regards to bear contact avoidance knew few bounds. This did not mean I was afraid of animals generally. Far from it. I loved to collect snakes and spiders in my terrariums and, at the zoo, never feared having a boa wrapped around my neck or a tarantula crawl up my arm. Enormous bears were scary, tiny snakes and spiders were fine.
