Jon’s pants itched. Scratching them, he readjusted his position in the bush he was in. It rustled. He hoped nothing had heard.

Bugs the size of his eyes buzzed around, making that annoying sound everyone hated: the whining of a mosquito.

Swatting away approximately 20 bugs having a feast on his pant leg, he wondered why he had wanted this job.

Then he saw them. The cheetah mother and her kits. He’d been trying to find them ever since he spotted them on his drone, doing a check for wildlife.

The mother stopped and lay in the grass. Her kits tumbled over to her, mewling for milk.

The mother fed them, then nudged them to a little hollow. She padded off, probably to go hunting.

Carefully, jon snapped a few photos of the kits, then used the drone to track the mother, making it hover while she caught an antelope.

She was coming back. She fed the kits more, and then led them to the top of a hill, almost as though to pose. He knew she was just smelling the air, but he always felt, when an animal made the perfect position, it was posing for him.

He snapped another photo. He loved this job.