My left brain says spiders are very cool, but they still give me the creeps, due to a scary childhood experience at Girl Scout Camp.
Our "tents" had wooden floors, screens, and a canvas top. A storm blew up one night, and the wind was whipping the canvas top, when it shook loose a nest of Daddy Long Legs. They all came down onto my bed and all over me. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel them, and screamed bloody murder. The counselors came running, and had to strip me out of my nightgown and shake all the bed covers out.
Then, there was the time when I was in college at North Texas State, and a tarantula came jumping out of my shoe.