Backyard Treehouse of Horror

I did a little backyard exploration last week. Honestly, I think I've trekked out there twice since we bought the house. It's a fairly big chunk of land (by my standards - country folk would laugh) but I estimate it's at least 100 feet long by 40 feet wide. Nothing to sneeze at!

Actually I find it a little scary, like - should I be out here by myself? Can a bear lurk behind the shed and catch me unawares? What about coyotes? Or snakes? Does New Jersey have snakes? I'm practically living next to a swamp - errr meadowlands - what do swamps have? Alligators???

So far none of the above have been sighted. But then I found this thing:

What is that, you may ask? Why it's a bat house. As in, a place where bats live.

Bat house!

I thought bears and alligators were my biggest threat. Apparently I had no idea what I was dealing with. Did I mention bats have the ability to fly?

Then I noticed this dangler. Way too high to reach. Can fall at any second:
I made it into the garage - surely this would be a place of safety.

I'm inside - what can happen?

Oh, you mean the grim reaper has been here?
If we are ever able to overcome our sickle storin', branch danglin', bat hidin' yard, it could be a lovely place...

path from backyard, to back-backyard

view of house from path

view of house and shed from wayyyy in the back.

Did you also notice the rusted swing set? It's like an accident waiting to happen...