You don't even have to worry about Mister Copperhead lurking under the Ivy, just waiting for you to step on him so he can bite on the leg. Pity, really.

This is a green and pleasant land, fitted for civilised, erudite people like what I am. We don't tolerate vicious creatures of any kind. The United States of Northern America, from what I've read, is a barbarous wilderness peopled by semi-naked savages aiming thundersticks at each other. Of course you have bears and snakes etc. It's condign punishment for being such horrible bastards.