I’m not lazy, I’m conserving energy like a pro.

Just a short walk away from the otter’s enclosure, I came across an iguana sprawled out on a cluster of rocks. It didn’t move much—only a slight flicker of its eyes betrayed that it was alive and not an ancient statue carved from stone. Its skin shimmered faintly in the light, a blend of muted greens and blues that seemed to echo the earth itself. There was something unapologetically primal about it, as if it had been dropped straight from the age of dinosaurs into this carefully curated zoo habitat. The rocks beneath it bore no scratches or marks; they seemed untouched by time or struggle. Unlike the otter’s frenetic meal earlier, this creature embodied stillness in its purest form. I found myself envying its patience as I stood there, feeling the weight of my own restless thoughts against its quiet presence.