I’m moving out
Talk about waking up on the wrong foot, but having to see this unpleasant surprise before you even had a chance to have that first cup of coffee is a sure recipe for a bad day. I haven’t the slightest idea how I’d deal with this, but the obvious solution seems to be to pack up and move out. And it goes without saying, leave the toothbrush behind.
Even if you live in a country or a state where spiders and other such lovely creatures are a daily matter, this is probably the worst place for the spider to hide. You brush your teeth either early in the morning or late at night, when you’re half asleep and groggy, not remotely in the mood to handle this kind of situation.