Only the cute little peacock jumping spiders. Everything else gives me th’ seriousest heebie jeebies.
I have made friends with a coupla spiders. One I knew in high school, named Boris, lived behind our bathroom sink, and would occasionally run around on the bar of soap. I have no idea why s/he didn’t scare me. Another was a lickle b&w jumping spider in my room.
I freaked TF out when tiny me saw an upended dead horseshoe crab on a Flaaarida beach. Soooo many legs. Nightmare-inducing trauma. I got over it and love horseshoe crabs now, but, damn, that was scary.
More on-topic, mom and I raised a baby squirrel. We fed him with a plastic syringe until he was old enough for actual food. It was a delightful, very rewarding experience. Mom began putting him out in our tree in the backyard for longer and longer periods. He did not relish his first whole night outside. He wasn’t ready yet. He came running into the house in the morning, jumped right into his cage, ate all the food in there, and slept all day. He hung out with us for most of the evening, then slept thru the night. Our friends were amazed and adored him, too.
One day when he was almost fully grown, he just didn’t come back in. 
He was ready to fend for himself.
