The thing about Britain is that everybody thinks it's all harmless - a temperate oceanic climate, the most remote place is only 7 miles (as the crow flies) from a metalled road etc. etc. Get a mere 1000 feet above sea level in the West Highlands or Snowdonia and you can enjoy every climatic condition that Britain can throw at you, all in the space of four hours.
Oh it's definitely not harmless, but most of us Brits live in urban areas where the most dangerous thing we encounter is a dodgy kebab.
Even the ones of us who do live outside those bits are unlikely to live in bits where there are venomous snakes (which typo'd as snaks but, contrary to popular belief, even a Pot Noodle isn't actually venomous), crocodiles, deadly spiders that lurk under the loo seat etc.
I remember one day in early September starting to walk from Kinlochmore/Kinlochleven (elevation around 10m) up around the edge of the Mamores towards Fort William. When we started out it was warm and sunny and a t-shirt and shorts was all you wanted to wear. By the time we had walked around two miles along and 300 metres up the weather had changed to freezing cold torrential rain with the occasional hail and the cloud was dropping to become fog. The weather was bad enough that, on safety grounds, we turned around and walked back down off the hills (we had planned a wild camp that night). When I finally got to take it off, I discovered that the two outside pockets on my waterproof had about three inches of rainwater in them.
Yup, I've done lots of 'wild' bits which could have been pretty unpleasant if the weather and poor preparation came into play.
Turns out the puppy was found safe and well, the wombat didn't kill it, it just ran away because the wombat scared it and the puppy's mother is recovering nicely from the snakebite but still, toilet spiders...
Toilet spiders? Ha! It's the dropbears you have to look out for!
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Dropbears?
Pfft, I give you Stoffel, escapologist honey badger!: