I'm a pretty horrible person. But wildlife likes me. What does that mean?

I have many stories of wildlife just respecting me. From wild horses to elk to coyotes. But today I decided to set up camp and quite literally from the heavens descended a swarm of at least a thousand dragon flies. There are no mosquitoes now in this valley.

Am I simply better than you plebs? Am I blessed by Fate and God? Or do you fags just not go camping enough?