I woke up this morning to find that some clever person had found a way to get that last little bit of honey to drain to the bottom of the honey container:
Upon closer inspection, this was the result:
I think it was rather cruel to put the honey bear in a position that would create such an embarassing situation. All I know is, I’m not cleaning that up.
(Not to mention any names, but there were also peanuts found in the sink. The only person around here who snacks on peanuts and honey is a certain husband/father.)