I definitely was not prepared for black widows. Black widows were only something I had heard about through TV. In my mind, I would only come across these arachnids in Australia or some other deadly place. I shuffled away from the trees and closer to the vehicle. No way would I die in North Carolina because of a little spider. Soon, people started to come out of the house to greet us. They trickled slowly toward us. First, Parker’s father introduced himself to me and greeted the rest of the group with hugs and laughter. Aunt Jill came next. Her appearance reminded me of Ellie Sattler in Jurassic Park. She first greeted CC and then turned to me. “Hello, Anna. I’m Aunt Jill. I’m Parker’s dad’s sister.” Immediately, I noticed
