Bugs.

Yep. Those resourceful little bugs, they come right in under the back door, or through the little hole in the living room window screens, or through the space around the air conditioner. You'd think because it's winter there'd be less bugs. Nope...there's less bugs OUTSIDE. The all find their way into my nice warm little apartment. Kristen an I frequently kill spiders and little crawling things all over.

So here's the story...Kris and I are sitting around in our PJs watching Melrose Place (That bitch, she got me into stupid primetime soap operas!), when Kristen goes to get some chips. Then I hear "Kathy, what's that?" I look over to where she's pointing, the wall by the closet where we have our garbage waiting to be put in the dumpster. In the middle of the white wall there was a gigantic black bug.

I jumped up and stood next to her. "I don't know" I said, thinking that it looked like a roach or a mutant waterbug.
"What should we do?"
I looked at the bug, then at the box of tissues on the table, then at the door. "We get Walter." For those of you who don't know, Walter is the guy who lives across the hall from us. He's pretty nice, but once he comes over he never wants to leave. "We get Walter and make him kill this bug for us because I'm not touching it and I know you're not touching it."

So we both bounded out into the hallway and, fourtunately, Walter was just on his way out. We grabbed him and begged him to kill Bugzilla for us. He came in, looked at the bug, laughed at us a little, then killed it and left.

Kristen and I spent the rest of the night talking about how mean we had been to Walter in the past when he wouldn't leave and decided to bake him a cake...

...after Melrose.