As I sit near my tangled tree, I close my eyes and think about the unconventional creatures that have become a part of this tiny community. A black cat sits near the tree. How did this duo come to be and if the tree takes the cat into account? The way the cat perches on the tree, it’s clear that they’ve been doing this often. Then, I spot bullet ants digging under this complicated tree and see them enter and exit like a New York City building. I interacted with the cat and realized that all their human interactions must be in Portuguese, and my speaking in English is strange. I expand that onto the tree as I think out loud.