It isn't paranoia if its a class ability

Manbearpig returned to his musings.  It was as though probability and opportunity had expanded within his awareness, somehow.

Where before he'd merely seen the beauty of nature, he now sensed the trillions of inherent dangers that lay within seemingly innocent structures.  Trees could house tripwires, leaves could hide all kinds of dangers.  He looked ahead as far as he was able.  If Tribby had fallen prey to a snare trap, there could be others.  He would be ready.

Gluestick triggered and fell into a pit trap.  As Manbearpig's balls were painfully jarred from the impact, he realized that this whole trap-finding thing was more difficult than it seemed.