I am living in my old bedroom
back at my parents' house.
I have turned one bookshelf into an Amazonian terrarium including many different types of flora and fauna; their liberty is constrained by hardcover books and a pane of glass.
A feral jungle cat (looking suspiciously like Toby) finds a way out and I decide that that's okay, as long as I manage to seal it again so nothing else gets out. He can roam around our house, spraying and stalking us. If he kills me in my sleep, sitting on my face and suffocating me, that's his prerogative - we were holding him in captivity, after all. It's all a fair turnaround.
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