I got given an apprentice yesterday.
I also have a headache.
Preeeeeetty sure those two aren't at all related though.
The boy doesn't like spiders.
I don't like moths.
So naturally we trade off the employment of Who Gets To Kill What.
I don't mind killing spiders either. They're there. You see them. They most likely see you. They don't move.
Moths will suddenly bong a red bull and Jackie Chan the fuck out of a fly kick - right to your face.
Spiders are a lot more courteous.