When we lived in Venezuela, ants were everywhere. Someone told us there was sugar in the mortar in the walls. I don’t know if that was true, but it certain was true if we left any sugar at all on the counter in the evening, there’d be a teeming bunch of ants working on it the next morning.
I can’t even imagine those sugar ornaments in that environment! But in the cold intermountain west where the bugs die every winter, pretty cool! (Though as a kid I’d've found it impossible not to eat them all…)