I was in a single story house that I didn't recognize, but it was supposed to belong to my mom. There were people visiting, and I don't remember exactly what they were doing, but mom and I were getting really tired of seeing them there. They were doing stupid stuff like putting garbage in the recycling can and stuff like that.
Mom and I went out to the garage and saw that both the garbage can and the recycling can were full of the wrong stuff. We proceeded to exchange the contents of both cans, and afterwards we left the garage. There was a large pool in the back yard. It was very sunny out, and there was one of those ruddy red stained fences that went around the entire yard. We were on a stone walkway that went around the perimeter of the yard, and there was a storage shed or guest house to our left. (the yard was to our right)
We were standing out there talking about wishing that the people would leave when I looked to my right and noticed a huge ant hill that was about sixteen inches across and six inches high. The hill was the same color as the fence, which was kind of a brick red. As I looked closely, I saw very small fire ants running around all over the surface of the hill and into the grass. A few were up on the sidewalk, too.
We started back towards the house. The guest house was now on our right and the main house was directly in front of us, heading off to our left. The back porch was on our left as well. It reminded me quite a bit of my in-laws' back yard and screen porch in Maryland. As we turned back to the house, I noticed another ant hill. It looked roughly the same as the first, but maybe a little more spread out and more oddly shaped. The ants were much bigger and solid black, but the hill was the same brick color as the first.
Then the sidewalk turned left and followed across the back of the house. I noticed several more ant hills in the yard, but each one was a different color. There was a bright green one, and a bright blue one, a purple, and maybe a couple of others. One of the ant hills was actually a spider hill, and there were these fat black widow looking spiders all over it. They weren't actually black widows, though. I knew they were basically non-poisonous, and they were solid black.
I continued past it, glad that I didn't have to worry about trying to really get around it, but when I got to the porch I got a nasty shock. There was another spider "hill" on the outside of the screened in porch, and there were spiders all over the outside of the wall. There was one particularly big and fat spider that was riding a web strand down in front of the door. I think I had something in my hand like a yellow dry-erase board eraser, and I flung it off to my right side towards the house, catching that spider with it, sending it swinging over about ten feet to the right like a pendulum.
While the spider was off to the right, I hurried and opened the door and mom and I ran through. I think while I was going through, the spider swung back in my direction and I felt it bounce off the back of my head. I had my shoulders hunched up tight, and after I got to the interior of the porch, I ran my hands back over my head as if I was trying to squeeze water from my hair from front to back so that I could make sure there was no spiders on me. I did this three times, and after the third time I was relatively convinced that there was no spider on me.
I opened the door to the house and went inside. Mom was following me in, and as we went inside, I saw the people there that we didn't like very much. I thought about how they would be leaving soon, and I felt a sense of relief.
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