I lie down in my backyard. In Australia. There are ants of all kinds. The occasional little spider goes past. Midges and butterflies and dragonflies and bees. The birds have gotten used to me so they walk within feet of me too.
They go about their business and I, mine. No harm has come to me. It's nice to be part of their world sometimes.
Just don't do like my great grandfather that slept for a bit on wet grass and got a pneumonia because of it and died. Of course nowadays medicine is better but it can still happen.