Ah, as a committed (ish) memember of entomology I'm okay with pretty much all things that creep, crawl and skitter, providing they don't actually do it on me without my permission. :) I used to have a deal going with the (frankly fucking enormous) spiders that bred down the back of my chest of drawers at home: don't walk on me, don't get in my bed while I'm in it, and get out of my clothes before I want to put them on, and I won't squash you. But they BROKE THE DEAL. So I ended up with a special shoe that I kept especially for splatting five-inch-wide house spiders. :D