Terrarium

Imagine setting up the perfect terrarium. It is balanced so that you can put a lid on it and it will sustain itself and you can go on. What you do when you go on is irrelevant. You can create other terrariums. You could go play tennis. Or, I suppose you could sit there like a little despot making sure all the tiny creatures inside follow your rules.

If they don't, you unscrew the lid, reach down with your powerful finger and knock over their dwellings.

You keep a close eye on them even if it requires getting out a magnifying glass to do it and if a ladybug loves the ant, or the grasshopper uses the spiders bathroom, you pluck it out and toss it in the incinerator you keep going just for situations like this.

Occasionally you lean down and speak to one of them, or even show your face to a lucky caterpillar and tell him all your rules so he can go back and tell the others after he transforms.

You are a jealous despot who wants to make sure they all know they would cease to exist if it weren't for you. You have nothing better to do than watch and make sure every single one of them toes the line.

You take copious notes on each and every one. What they are doing. What they are thinking. How they are feeling, so you know whether to toss them in the incinerator or recycle bin when they die.

Or you could go play tennis.