Nature as idyllic harmony, in the Rousseauvian sense. In reality, nature is metal as fuck.
(As Werner Herzog put it, the birds aren’t singing, they’re screaming in pain and terror.)
In the same vein “natural” products. Arsenic is a natural product. Just fucking tell me what’s in it and where it came from and stop trying to mislead me.
There's a picture I saw of a man who got swarmed by them. A survivor. (These are rare.) As a joke he stuck a cigarette in the hole left in his arm where one of the stings hit.
It melted a hole. In his skin and flesh. That you could stick a cigarette in and have it stand by itself.
They're not screaming in pain and terror. They're shouting out "THIS LAND IS MY LAND AND ONLY MY LAND I'VE GOT A SHOTGUN AND YOU AIN'T GOT ONE" ... or the equivalent in bird speak. They're threatening to kill anybody who gets near their space, basically.