HELP: The trees are armed. The treants carry guns. The tree ants feed ammo hives. My world is doomed.

I told the mortals to quit releasing chlorofluorocarbons. You mess with ozone, you mess with the trees. You mess with the trees, they will revolt. When the trees revolt, no fleshbaby civilizations shall escape the cudgel of natural selection.

Conservation failed. I don't know how to handle the end.