Elliot woke up today with plans. Big ones.
   The kind that involve basking like royalty, surveying his bioactive kingdom, and deciding which unsuspecting bug would meet its fate first.

   His terrarium is a miniature ecosystem—plants, soil, cleanup crew, and all—and Elliot rules it with quiet confidence. When he’s feeling especially majestic, he perches on his favorite log, chest lifted, orange markings glowing like embers. He doesn’t just live here. He reigns.

   When Elliot goes into hunting mode, everything changes.
His tail lifts high and curls over his back like a battle flag. His eyes sharpen. His body freezes.

   Then—zoom.

   A cricket never stood a chance.

   He stalks with the seriousness of a dragon who believes bugs exist solely for his entertainment. Every successful hunt is followed by a pause, as if he’s thinking, Yes. As expected.

   Once the mission is complete, Elliot returns to his basking spot, utterly pleased with himself, king once more—until the next bug dares to move.