Eeeeeeeeeeekkk!!!!

I know some people like to believe that every little creature has a purpose and a reason to exist, and I respect their opinion but do they have to exist in MY fucking apartment?! I don't go outside and bother them, as a matter of fact I AVOID the outdoors as much as I can, don't I deserve the same courtesy from these little cunts?! Tonight I have had to contend with a Japanese movie sized house centipede (if you've never seen one, please google it..they are repulsive little buggers!) a spider the size of a small sumo wrestler AND a freaking cockroach! I don't enjoy killing things, I actually DETEST killing things but what are my options? To ask them to split the rent and groceries? And then there's the added aggravation of my damn cat! I adore my cat but aren't cats supposed to kill things instinctively? Not my Frasier! I apparently got stuck with the only Buddhist cat in the Western hemisphere! He sits there watching them as they crawl around and then looks up at me as if to say "You gonna do something about this?" I'm sorry, I just needed to vent. It has been a trying evening. All I wanted to do was try and get some sleep when suddenly the parade of creatures began, like the fucking opening scene from the bloody Lion King...had it been directed by Satan! Or Fellini! It's alright, I suppose I will have to get used to it..just another one of the ENDLESS joys of living in the south!