The honey-jar wasp-trapis set. Sticky, syrupy, viscous liquid. Transparent, light refracting, ruby allures them to such a sweet death! They buzz no more around our ears, but hum in harmony in this honey-jar, gyrating in a bizarre, desirable, mass-suicide. They stand on bodies, pushing the weakest down giving their last whirr whirling to break out; in vain! Listen to the drone as they drown.