Sow bugs, aka pill bugs or folly-pollies were another bug girls weren’t scared of.
Not that us boys were unsafe aid of all bugs.
My elder daughter when she was little, decided they were named “Jameses,”—she had a chubby little friend named James—and was always bringing one or more to us. “Oh, Daddy, lookie, here’s another James!”
First examples of those I met spent much of their leisure time on the concrete of our driveway in New Mexico. I was 8, my sister 5; our idea of Fun With Ball-Bugs involved snapping or flicking them with our fingers as you would flick a speck of dust off... they rolled and rolled and when they stopped, unrolled and carried on crawling.
Fun :)