This morning I opened a box of Sugar Puffs that I had recently carted all the way across the atlantic ocean. I poured them into a bowl and splashed them with ice cold milk. I dug in a spoon, licked my lips and took a delicious journey back to my childhood.
Then along came the ***bleep*** ants to spoil my guilty pleasure. On returning home from work this evening I looked in my pantry only to discover that instead of hanging out in the little anti-ant houses I had kindly left there to accommodate them, a gazillion ants from the hood had discovered what I knew all along. Sugar Puffs taste flippin' gorgeous. Drat. One almost whole, nearly new, scarce in the US, box of little puffed wheats coated in honey, ending their short but very sweet life in the trash. Ant Rant