In which my mom has mad sewing skills

This is the first dream I ever remember having, although it felt so real that for a long time, I thought it actually happened. We still lived in Richmond, VA, so I was no older than 5.

I was playing in a small dirt patch by our driveway, which was a puddle when it rained and then I would make mud pies. It was dry though, and full of dust and gravel. A black ant, like the kind you see all the time, but gigantic, at least 6 inches long and 3-4 inches tall, walked up to me. I was wearing black ballet slippers on my feet, and the ant bit down on the toes of my left foot and tore them off. It spat them out and scuttled away. Although it didn't hurt, I was terrified and began to scream. My mother rushed up to me, but when she saw what happened, she said it was no big deal. She pulled a travel sewing kit out of her pocket and sewed the toe of my shoe back on to the rest of it. I was afraid to take off my shoe again because she hadn't actually sewn my toes back on, but then when I did, my foot was fine.