When I said, "That's what designers go through; we rip so you don't have to," it brought to mind a story:
Long ago and far away, I was visiting with my neighbor and her two little boys.
Scott, the toddler, spied a wolf spider running across the room. Quick as a bird, he snatched it up and stuffed the hairy spider in his mouth.
His preschool brother looked up at their mother in wonderment. "Gee, Mom," he said, "aren't we lucky we've got Scotty to eat our spiders for us?"
Designers eat the spiders for you.