Winnie the Pooh would be horrified.

If Pooh discovered in his honey pots what I discovered in ours just a few minutes ago! Ants! Hundreds of the little suckers drowned in the jar and yet still many more eager to join in the death trap of sweetness.

I followed the trail of ants around the ceiling, down the wall, into the pantry, around several shelves until the trail let to the honey jar. I don't remember who opened it last but the lid wasn't on properly and now the jar is full of ants floating in honey. Like those insects in amber from Jurassic Park.

I wish we had an echidna.