I fixed my family biscuits for breakfast yesterday morning--the yummy, fluffy, frozen Pillsbury kind you just pop right in the oven. When they came out of the oven I slathered 'em up good with butter and honey, and we all dove right in. After we had all eaten every last bite of the first round, and I was serving up the second serving, I happened to notice a black speck in the honey I just spread. I took a closer look.
It was an ant.
I looked in the honey container. It was full of ants. Dead ones. Their little ant carcasses floating in the globby mess I had just served my children for breakfast.
Oh, well, it's protein, right?
