Bug's antennae twitched. Something wasn't right.
True, the morning had been uneventful. Early rise, breakfast, news. Still, he was uneasy. In his twelve years, his gut had never led him astray.
He picked at the lavender clippings on his desk.
A red alert on his monitor. Gleeful, frantic news headlines flashed: The international YEP rate was plummeting!
Bug's phone began to ring. He sat there.
Just when the economy had shown signs of growth! New mineral deposits uncovered. Booming silk production. The Pollinators' Union placated. All now in peril...
Bug sighed and willed his antennae still. He considered, not for the first time, a career switch, then picked up the phone.