Sure, some of us humans might be angry at a sovereign God about Hell, but know that that is about as meaningful as a few germs being angry at humans about bleach.
Also I could hear Amanda’s voice: Why are you being so weak? Love’s never a fair trade. So Jimmy’s tired of you, so what, there’s guys all over the place like germs, and you can pick them like flowers...
There's nothing more toxic or deadly than a human child. A single touch could kill you.
I told my three sons stories about germs more than fifty years ago as fanciful bedtime tales.