Um, no they don’t (live outside urban and rural areas). Plenty of suburbs here in Melbourne encounter browns and tigers on a regular basis. Sure, if you live in the inner 'burbs you won’t have to worry about a snake curled around your dunny seat when you wander in for your morning pee, but for everywhere else, especially if they are somewhat new housing developments, you get Joe Blakes.
You might be an Australian if…
…an American like me asks what part of New Zealand you are from and you throw a holy fit.
(And vice versa for New Zealanders.)
I wanted to add that in Wisconsin woodchopping is a sport. Hayward holds The Lumberjack World Championships every year.
I forgot the link.
You know ALL Kiwis are sheep rooting whingers. And you know what sheep rooting means.
You only put vaseline on battery terminals and things that taste like battery terminals.
You know the numbers of 10 sheilas who are real certs. And 99.94 means more to you than those numbers.
You have a whipper snipper in the shed (rooted).
You (if you’re male) have had a girlfriend whose name ends in lene as in
Raelene
Marlene
Sharlene
Noelene
Agree- and no one seems to have picked up on your cleer humour on this one 
CleVer. :smack:
With the emphaaaarsis on the ‘ene’ of course.
And I would add that rivalry between Kiwis and Australians, although fierce at times, doesn’t detract from the fact that Australians and Kiwis fought shoulder to shoulder at Gallipoli.
So, whilst we can take the piss out of each other, there is also admiration.
Thought I’d get in first. 
Crocodiles are incredible! (I just finished writing a book on them which comes out in November.) Every time they eat someone, the tourism to the croc-infested north goes up. You known you’re an Aussie if you call them salties and freshies.
Don’t have them in my backyard, though - an hour out of Melbourne - we do have the deadly spiders and snakes, echidna breeding and platypus within a few kilometres.
You know you’re Aussie if you know someone with chooks. Now there’s a scary critter.
We also have dropbears. They breed here. Haven’t had a local death from one for a few months now. Not tourist season. It’s winter here.
Lynne
True from this side, in most cases, mate.
And Aussies aren’t the only ones with the chooks, lynne-42. These days in cities it means you might have an envionmentalist as a neighbour. That’s even scarier.
You’re an Aussie if you give New Zealanders heaps and like them better than any other mob.
Can’t wait to get back over there. I went to a conference in Wellington and didn’t stay on to look around. One of the stupidist decisions of my life. The view from the plane as the sun set over the fiords on the north of the south island as we flew out was the most stunning sight of my life. But don’t tell any New Zealanders I said all that.
Lynne
Heh. I try not to let on that I don’t mind havin’ Aussies as neighbours (and ANZAC cousins) across the Ditch, either. But it’s true. 
Haven’t seen Wellington, yet. I intend to, though. Mind you, my city has its scenic moments, too. You’d be welcome anytime you got th’ chance to head on back over here, lynne-42.
You might be an Aussie if…
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Bob’s you’re uncle
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you actually enjoy cricket and understand the rules
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you drive around in a ute
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you use the same ute to run over the new Akubra to make it look old and worn
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all you’re friends names are shortened (Mazza, Johnno, etc)
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you’re ears are squashed and crumpled from playing tighthead in the scrum
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cheers mate!
Hadn’t you heard Dmark? Australia is set to become New Zealand’s eastern island before the 2007 rugby season…
Nah. It’s been our western island for years. Something else we don’t say too much about. It upsets them so, poor dears. (sshh!)
Dropbears? Well, I’m a believer!
So… why is Cher unwelcome in Oz?
Because we have taste?
You know you are Australian if you have been sending Tim Tams to online friends in the USA for 8 years.
I was going to post more, but my pet kangaroo is cratching at the back door to come in.