The Statement:
We live in a society. A society that has collectively decided that the final moments of a feeder cricket should be spent in a bleak, gray plastic box. We saw this, and we knew we had to act. Bantam.earth was founded on a simple, deeply serious belief: that all life, no matter how small or how destined it is to be a lizard’s lunch, deserves a habitat with a little dignity. We create meticulously engineered enclosures because a life, however brief, should at least have a nice view.
Overheard From Our Community:
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“My Bantamarium is so quiet. I asked my wife if she could hear the ants. She said no and then left me.”
— Greg P.
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“I got the C2 HORO clock. Now I can watch my moss slowly conquer the landscape while simultaneously being reminded that I’m late for work. It’s the perfect blend of tranquility and anxiety.”
— Brenda L.
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“My son wanted a video game. I got him the R2 FLIP and told him the graphics are photorealistic. He hasn’t spoken to me in a week. Worth it.”
— Mark T.
It Started With a Moment of Conscience.
Hello. I’m the one who started all of this. For a long time, I was part of the problem too. Every week, I’d go to the pet store and buy those sad, plastic containers of feeder crickets, financially contributing to the atrocities we call habitats.
Then one day, while cleaning my chameleon’s enclosure, I noticed some of the clean-up crew painstakingly laboring away on Dino’s agonizing waste… so I spared them.
I grabbed as many as I could and relocated them to a DIY habitat I proudly constructed from a jar and some things I found lying around outside.
I built them a palace, a tiny, over-engineered habitat that later became the template for the Bantamarium V1. That newfound obsession led to years of research… which became the resource hub you see on this site… and countless iterations, until I arrived at the production-level Bantamarium V2.
It’s the least I could do.
-CJ Abney, Director of Ecosystems & Invertebrates
Join the Crusade.
You’ve read the manifesto. You’ve seen the evidence. The only thing left is to provide a wildly superior quality of life for something very, very small.