I don't dislike spiders but I vastly prefer snakes. I was even given a certificate of "snake friendliness" as a young child for handling one at a zoo, and I was too young to remember it.
I really don't understand what the deal is with snakes for people. Most of them literally can't hurt you and if you're handling a domestic snake then it almost certainly can't hurt you. I was even chased by an angry and wild cottonmouth as a slightly older child and did not develop any snake phobia.
Lord knows I don't have a phobia about them, and like anyone who has seen one, I want one of those
crazy black and white storm trooper ball python morphs, but I can remember a couple of times when we'd be cooling off with a rope swing over a deep part of the creek in Texas and even though we didn't take into account situations where you don't let go (it kinda smacks you into the bank) I decided to take my chance with the dirt because of:
1. Looking down to see what looked like a manhole cover swimming below me, full grown snapping turtle? Ha ha, INTO THE DIRT I GO!
2. Looking down to see a bunch of adorable baby cottonmouths swimming past, in hindsight I don't think they hang out with momma, and I'm not totally sure how bitey and dangerous they are at that age, but once again I was quite happy to deal with a couple of bruises from the bank impact.