I remember being in the chow line at the Fieldhouse of my college(under construction at that time) and the guy ahead of me had a tarantula climbing up and down his arm, around his raincoat collar. It took everything I had not to scream and run...
AT, tarantulas are scarey looking, but quite timid and gentle natured.
A couple years ago, I would sit on my porch after dark, and whistle, and then call, “Harry?”
Within a minute or two, a tarantula would come up to the step of the porch, and stand there for a couple minutes, looking at me, and then, turn and slowly walk away.
This happened every night in the summer, for nearly two years. He stopped his ‘visits’ - and I often wonder where he might be.