Since the day I moved into this apartment more than six years ago, I’ve had a cockroach problem to one degree or another. Never before then, but always since. Apparently the people who lived here before me were a disaster, letting the place turn into a pigsty and letting the kids run wild; they even ripped phone cabling out of the wall when they moved out.
My landlord, OTOH, is a moron. A well-meaning moron, but a moron nonetheless. He’s tried a few times over the years to spray for roaches, but he does a very half-assed job, squirting a bit around the fridge and the baseboards - get this - in my kitchen only, and no place else in either my apartment or the rest of the building. Once, a year or so ago, I complained to him that the bugs were getting bad in my place, and could he please do something? and his response was “Oh, I wish I’d known, because I just sprayed **every other apartment in the building, but I didn’t know you had a problem, so I didn’t spray yours.” ** (emphasis mine). Apparently he didn’t think that critters which have been around for millions of years would figure out that they could stagger a couple of yards into the hallway and be perfectly safe.
Well, the rent is cheap, and having him spray haphazardly every once in a while was a pain in the butt, since I’m asthmatic and don’t deal well with airborne chemicals, but I dealt with it. I keep all food in sealed containers, and while I may leave a dish in the sink here and there, my place is pretty clean. Over the summer, he tried a little harder, having me clear everything out of the cabinets (which was a royal pain, since I have a lot of kitchen stuff) and bombing the place, then spraying afterward. AFAIK he didn’t do anything in the other apartments, though.
Well, the roaches are returning slowly, and he just came in here and told me that since the problem is apparently mine (not true, BTW; my upstairs neighbor, at least, has also complained), I must make arrangements with an exterminator to fix the problem AND pay for it out of my own pocket. This, in spite of the fact that I was here when the first exterminator evaluated my place and said to him “you know, look around; there is no hygiene problem in this apartment; the problem is deeper than that.”
Well, obviously I’m pissed, but what can I do from a practical standpoint? I don’t think it’s fair to make me pay to fix a roach problem that was here long before I was, and that has only gotten to this point because my landlord is a moron. Ideas, anyone?