Spiders, crickets for the noise, and babies.
Seventeen year cicadas.They emerge from hell: the red-orange eyes, the sooty bodies. They fill the air and encrust the sidewalk, their deafening buzz drowning out birdsong, human voices, and lawn mowers. Just think…the nymphs are down there right now, 1.5 million per acre, unless you live in North Carolina, Virginia, or West Virginia, in which case…ick.
I love cicadas! Their call is one of my favorite sounds of summer, and the bugs themselves don’t bother me in the least.
Centipedes, especially the huge ones.
And huge swarms of bugs, such as army ants.
Otherwise, I’m pretty chill with everything. Cockroaches, spiders, snakes, bugs, I’m OK.
I can’t abide those Jawas. Disgusting creatures!
Those flies that land on me repeatedly and are too fast to kill. The mosquito that is going to infect me with dengue fever some time I am in Barbados. Other things are just minor annoyances. I like spiders, although I wouldn’t want to meet a poisonous one.
And yet they just might give you a ride when you most need one!
I like your style! “Clickety” is a good word for it.
Mine: roaches. Can’t even deal with killing them. My Other Shoe and my Former I.T. Guy both learned what a very particular involuntary sound on my part meant. I can’t consciously re-create it, either.
I saw a house centipede for the first time in my life a couple of weeks ago, and not gonna lie, that’s a pretty creepy critter. But small potatoes compared to roaches.
I like a lot of bugs if I have a camera with macro capability in my hand. Otherwise, not a big fan. One odd thing not mentioned above that I really dislike: horseshoe crabs.
WRT earwigs, remember this episode? Actually it was called “The Caterpillar” even though the earwig was specifically mentioned. Sweet dreams!
Not gonna click the link
Not gonna do it
Wouldn’t be prudent
Actually, depictions of earwigs, in any medium, don’t actually bother me, but the real thing, all weird looking and scurrying around and refusing to drown or wash down the drain (damn those things can float and swim well) and and … SQUICK!
There are regular cicadas and then there are the 17-year-kind. Regular cicadas are fine. They behave themselves and by and large stick to their own habitat. They do not hatch by literally millions. They do not swarm on your windshield, cover sidewalks so thickly you can’t avoid stepping on their bodies, or literally drown out dinner conversation. 17-year locusts are a different breed.
It’s kind of depressing. They stay underground in the nymph stage for well over a decade, then they spend what little time they have trying to attract mates, thousands upon thousands of them, after which they die. It’s kind of Tinder Russian Roulette.
if you ever want to see something cool and terrifying at the same time is a praying mantis “egg bomb” hatch … its like a volcano… and the hatchlings eat the first thing they come across (usually siblings) …they destroy hornets really good too …
that actually sounds kinda cool…in a morbid sort of way. I wouldn’t mind seeing that irl sometime
Specially would love to watch 'em destroy a hornet(evil little buggers)
For whatever reason, I find millipedes much more tolerable than centipedes.
I literally won’t go to any country that has spiders larger than a small cookie.
Well, I won’t go to any country with cookies smaller than a large spider. So nyah! 
I’ve read semi-horror stories about praying mantis egg cases hatching indoors, either because a curious family member brought it indoors or, in one memorable tale, because it was attached to the Christmas tree.
In any case, you suddenly - within minutes - find yourself and your living room overrun with millions of tiny, identical little mantis babies. Vacuuming ensues.
Well, that won’t ever be a problem at Castle Vader, I have a negative emotional reaction to celebrating Christmas the way retailers want. So no tree.
I still want to see them eat a hornet (evil little fummmm buggers!)
Miniature schnauzers.
Yeearrrggghhhh!
If miniature schnauzers count as “creepy crawlies” now, then I’d like to nominate those bug-eyed pug dogs and Chihuahuas whose eyes go sideways away from each other.
Ticks are bad, I never saw one in my life until this spring when I had to pull one off of my dog on three separate occasions. 
I have cried when confronted with a house centipede, and have screamed out loud for “regular” centipedes and earwigs. Silverfish are also bad.
I prefer spiders to be outside.