It sounds sweet that you like them, but I never liked spiders. I’m sure every Harry that comes by must appreciate your greetings. 
I was a weird kid. I am sure most of us were. (I DO mean that literally. I remember myself as an Autistic kid growing up and have seen the same with my Autistic son). I remember playing with spiders all the time as a little fella. We lived close to the bush and got all the various breeds of spiders. My mother was terrified of spiders and learned quickly that whilst she was screaming blue murder I was happy to calmly pick them up and remove them to where it was safe for them and leave a breathless Mother exasperated. She realised too, my lack of fear was not a good thing. She charged me to study them and to discern which were the poisonous ones and which were the non-poisonous and that I could continue manhandling them IF they were not poisonous BUT I MUST kill them if they were poisonous.
I still remember when I had not long been studying and she screamed there was a spider I came over and got down on my knees to study it.
"IS IT POISONOUS!"
"Well it has really pointy legs like a red back but no red stripe"
"Then kill it"
"But it might not be a red back. But it must be of the same genus because it is so similar"
"What is it?"
"I dunno? A Black widow"
"A BLACK WIDOW"
"Yeah it can't be, because they only live in America"
"Kill it!"
"Yeah It HAS to be a juvenile red back"
**STOMP**
"Is it dead?"
"Well it isn't well, if its alive"
Took me a while.
I have not had great experiences with red backs not whitetails. In fact I still bear the scars of the white tail spider. But huntsman are pretty cool.
Keep down the mice population.
Go Harry!
