ugh

So Leah and I have this deal.  I will kill all bugs we find in our apartment and she will clean them up. I never thought it would matter until yesterday, when we found the biggest fucking  roach type thing ever. Believe me, silverfish don't even compare to this thing. Leah abandoned me to go do laundry and I was left alone to kill this bug the size of Kentucky.  I tried trapping it under an ashtray and it began to scurry around SO FAST and it got loose and bolted across the room.  I think the entire building must have heard me screaming, but I was pissed too, so I looked around for something heavy.  My shoes were too flimsy and a magazine wasn't even going to faze this monster, so I obviously ran into Leah's room and grabbed one of her heavy sandals.  I chucked the sandal from literally 5 feet away and squashed the thing.  Then I hid in my room until Leah came home. And we decided to leave the carcass (which was the size of my FIST) to warn other disgusting, South American bugs we weren't messing around.  Atleast until the maid comes tomorrow and cleans it up.