In the bottom right corner of Arnie’s bedroom, there had been a slight movement, a scuttling. Arnie suffers from terrible, crippling arachnophobia. For the last 7-8 minutes, he has been stood petrified in the bedroom doorway, sweating profusely from his back, neck and groin. Arnie is now running late. He has to get his car keys from the countertop if he is going to be able to get to work. Arnie decides to take today off.