I like spiders, I mean as long as I don't touch them I like to see their eyes. In fact I never liked them until I started on a platform where they asked me to take pictures of nature to enter a certain contest of the week and when it came to seeing animals like reptiles, spiders, butterflies and others, the important thing was to get so close that we would take the picture as close to their eyes as possible.
This is how I learned that every time I take pictures of insects or other small animals I should take pictures of their little eyes and when I took a picture of a spider for the first time, I was very impressed, because of the beauty of its eyes, or at least I think they are beautiful.
Writing on the platforms I learned to love insects and other small animals that I had never taken into account. Once I took a picture of a rain-soaked butterfly's eyes, I went out to take pictures of my wet plants and saw the butterfly, I took so many pictures of it because it couldn't fly. When I saw the macro photos I noticed that water droplets were falling from the butterfly's eyes, in a way that resembled a tear.
It seems that life always takes us on a path that is unimaginable at first but then we realize that it takes us to another level of knowledge. It depends on our interest to continue learning or not.
Some time ago I read a very unique story about spiders, spiders at Christmas. As they lived in a home and Christmas was celebrated there.
It so happens that in many homes around the world Christmas is celebrated with a tree. Such a tree is selected by the family and decorated mainly by children. The family takes out of their box of Christmas ornaments, the ornaments that they like to put on the tree. The children happily begin to place the ornaments. First the little balls of different colors, then the little bells, then the ornaments such as canes, apples, dolls and etc. and finally an adult places the lights.
And that's it. The beautiful Christmas tree is all lit up and arranged, but it also happens that in many homes the baby Jesus is usually placed, either under the tree or in another corner of the house. Since Christmas is celebrated with the tree and the birth of baby Jesus is commemorated.
At all these all are enraptured by the beauty of the tree. The hunting cats usually knock down some ornaments and play with them, until an adult stops them.
The house dog also delights in watching the glow of the lights as they turn on and off. The children stand at the foot of the tree and look at the gift boxes so eager to open the presents before the date.
But there were some members of the household who could not see the tree. That is, they saw it from afar because every time they got close enough to see it, someone would pass by and remove everything in their path. These were the spiders that inhabited the home.
They also love the Christmas tree but they couldn't get close to it. They were knocked down just before they landed on the tree.
One night when they were very sad they asked baby Jesus to let them all come to see the tree, that they would see it very quickly and without causing any damage. To which baby Jesus agreed and allowed them to come to the tree at night, while everyone was sleeping.
The spiders, all happy, came down that night and walked all over the tree, enjoying all the ornaments, colors and lights. At dawn, tired from enjoying the tree so much, they tell baby Jesus “thank you very much” for giving them such a favor, and then they go back to their hiding places, in the darkness of the house.
The baby Jesus went to the tree to see if they had not caused any damage and realized that the tree was surrounded by hundreds of thin, white threads. He thought that the owners of the tree would not like to see the tree covered with cobwebs and would feel very sad. So, baby Jesus took the white threads with his little hands and they immediately transformed into multiple colorful and shiny threads.
This is how it is said that thanks to the spiders and their innocent walk through the Christmas tree, the idea of the colored threads on the tree was born.
This story is not my own. I read it somewhere. I don't know what country it is from or if it is by a recognized author nor do I know if my story is identical to the original story, I just wanted to remember and bring this allusion of spiders at Christmas, my respects to the creator of this children's story.
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I'm scared of insects, but I enjoyed what you said about them, especially when you talked about their eyes, you said things I had never noticed before... 😊