On the other side of that railing are large piles of Nature, chock full of things that scratch, bite and smell bad. Guess I hadn't thought through all the implications of signing up for summer camp. Your cottage is a tiny sanctuary of civilization, surrounded by acres and acres of Nature. Not only that, but the camp employs dozens of diabolical "counselors" whose sole aim is to nudge you and prod you into the midst of all this Nature. Most of us human bings are working to eradicate this pesky and unpredictable opponent, but that doesn't help me in the here and now. Thank god for my puffy Cheetos. They're about as far from Nature as you can get.