Punching the Clock: Bug hunters


Ben hummed a Christian jingle to himself which occasionally bubbled out into a few lines of murmured lyrics. He cheerfully searched the small office for any sign of our prey. The music came to a sudden halt as Ben knelt to the floor and crushed a small ant between his fingers. He then lifted his arm before taking a slight whiff of the crushed insect.

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