My ant farm rose up one day, beat on the glass and said in their little ant voices, "you don't exist"
Granted, I didn't fashion the ants' little bodies - I just made their little world. I didn't put their habitat in the garage, nor did I put it in the oven, but rather on a table near the heater - not too near.
One day I will open it up and let those who come to me live with me. The others can choose to jump in the fire if they want to.