Who's the Red Neck Here?

We live in the wilderness.  We chose to move in.  We found 12 acres of native forest beside the river.  We cut a road in, cleared an acre off the riverfront, put in water and electricity, tilled a yard, built a studio, and moved in.  What surprised us is all the wild things that are our neighbors.  It’s like moving in next to a bunch of red neck drunks, who raise fighting roosters in blue barrels, and keep their worn-out washers and dryers as yard decoration.  EXCEPT, these wild things eat the trees we plant and gnaw down the shade trees we keep.  They eat all our flowers and bulbs, and dig up our yard.  They look at us at night like “WHO ARE YOU???!!!” and run away and disappear into the woods where they live.  It’s then that it always dawns on me: “They live in the woods.”  Literally, they live in the wild, and we have dumped our big drywall, asphalt-shingled, glass-painted, plastic-floor, and concrete home right in the middle of their pristine home.  I have to ask myself, “Who’s the redneck here?”