"...I'm gonna pop, pop, pop, Santa Claus with my water pistol..."

I thought that perhaps my description of the houses near my newly frequented wild area did not really do them justice.
I do wonder why the houses upset me so.
They could be bulldozed to the ground, and the land would rebound.
Yet somehow I feel personally affronted, or worse as Zok would say I am taking their existence personally, as some sign that I just don't fit in.

I want to climb up to the tree lookout that is pictured here, but I think I'll wait until I have Zok with me to decide if it will hold my weight...