Deep in the sweaty green gut of the Amazon Jungle, there is a botanical bathtub known as a phytotelma, which might be latin for "plant hotel with questionable plumbing..." These puddles in plant parts are nature's version of studio apartments. They're damp, cramped, and full of weirdos.

Inside one of these micro swamps lives the bromeliad frog. This little bastard said no thanks to the river, lake, and pond. Instead it setup shop inside a glorified leaf bowl and made it home.

Like a dirtbag visionary squatting in an abandoned theater, the bromeliad frog carved an empire from a puddle in a leaf.

Their entire life, from egg to tadpole, to full blown frog freakout unfolds in a plants armpit.
No HOA, No permits. Just pure, anarchic biology.
They eat what's available, they grow where no one else thought to look.

If that doesn't sound like the Frog Eater ethos, I don't know what does.

Your Niche is your throne (Even if it smells like leaf rot)
You don't need a million dollar setup or a startup accelerator named after a fruit. You need a weird little pocket of the world and the guts to claim it.

Like the bromeliad, you build inside the cracks. You thrive where others overlook.
Start small. Start weird. Start somewhere you can scream and make noise without considerations.

Let the art grow in the gutters.

TLDR
Find your phytotelma
Piss in it proudly.