Not my cup of tea

I could start my poem by saying I love nature,
But I actually kind of hate it.
All the pests and the leaves, not to mention the bees,
It's no wonder I try to avoid it.

I've walked into webs almost fifty thousand times,
Somedays with the spider still sitting.
Mosquitoes have bit, cockroaches won't quit,
Don't get me started on all the flies flitting.

Most of my family though are country folks, 
With fresh wind flowing through their veins.
But I've got city blood and a strong aversion to mud,
I'd much rather stay behind glass panes.

Don't you think it's better to sit inside with a book,
With so many different worlds to explore?
No grass and bugs, just blankets and rugs,
Traveling to places without setting foot outdoor.

But nature can be good in many different ways,
Like having oxygen to breathe from trees.
Some people love it, and can't get enough of it,
But it's definitely not my cup of tea!