Mitch decided to be quite methodical in killing the ants. If he went too far without clearing the areas closest to the rat nest, chances are some ants would wander in and kill them all.
Therefore, he decided to start with the queens closest to the rats and move from there.
Without the main queen to lay more queens, Mitch didn't feel as hurried as before. He took his time, searching through every nook and cranny to make sure he didn't miss any of the ants.
Twenty days.
That was how long the queen had lived, more or less. It couldn't be that dreadful, right? Surely there would not be more than twenty other queens for Mitch to find.
Wrong.
In the roughly seven days Mitch spent looking for queens, he counted no less than two hundred.
Unless there was some miracle, the other continents would be overrun by the ants in a matter of weeks. Maybe they were already conquered by the ants, since there was no one stifling their expansion.
Nevertheless, that was a problem for future Mitch.
