um...we have a problem

SO Leah and I had decided to cook our own nutritious meal tonight after the large consumption of empanadas and hawaiian calzones that we had been having all weekend.  I was doing my part in the meal preparation by cutting an onion, when Leah opened a cupboard, screamed, and ran out of the room.  In our world, that can mean only one thing.  COCKROACH!

I followed her out, yelling at her to tell me how big it was, seriously terrified of the answer she was about to give me. "Oh Kelly," she said.  "It's pretty mediano a grande."  I decided I wasn't going to kill it, but she wasn't going to either, so the only solution was to go downstairs and get Walter, our doorman.  Now normally I wouldn't mind going and getting the head guy of our building to help us, but I was still unsure of whether or not Walter even liked us. (But how could he not?!?!)  

Leah ran downstairs and was like, "Um, tengo un problema." Walter probably thought someone was dying from the way she said it, so when she was like, cockroach grande, he immediately started laughing and came right up.  He took care of the problem and left still laughing at us.  At least I finally saw the guy smile.

So yeah, it's the dead of winter here and we are having insect problems, I am so not excited for when its summer and its supposedly about fifty times worse.