Living the dream?

*warning, complaining ahead, do not proceed if you don't want to hear me bitch.

Remember that 90s MTV film: Joe's Apartment?
Well, I feel like that's my place.
We moved in mid-April, and absolutely loved our new pad.
Location - amazing, well-connected, and convenient
Space - bigger than ourLayout last place, so that was a plus
Clean, shiny floors, quiet, tree-lined view, etc, etc.
It was all good...
for a week,
It started with a feud between 2 neighbors, and when one of them tried to get us involved, we wanted nothing to do with it.
Then it was loud music playing, mostly from below, and sometimes from above.
No big deal, we can handle a bit of noise, on occasion.
So far, the problems were minor, nothing we couldn't look past,
until I saw the leak
It was in the bathroom, on the ceiling, coming from above.
I notified the super, and when he came to look at it, the leak became a hole, and eventually water started coming from the hole onto my tub... gross.
So they came to fix it, after a frustrating morning of 3 hours without my bathroom, the hole had finally been fixed..
until the next week, when the leak came back.
I notified the Super AGAIN, and he promised it would be fixed, this was 2 1/2 weeks ago, and it gets worse by the day.
A bit annoying, and as long as the ceiling doesn't fall, its nothing I can't handle.
Here's where the real mess begins...
Friday night, I was sitting in the chair, listening to music on my computer when I looked over at the couch, and there it was.
Sitting on the side of the couch, on the floor hiding behind a lamp, I saw it, the mouse.
I screamed and told Denis, and of course by the time he looked down, it was gone.
I have no idea where it came from, or where it went, and I only care that it does not return.
Gross, I hate mice, and I hate having them in my apartment, house, whatever.
I refuse to kill them, I just want them to go away!
So far, I haven't seen it again, and I hope I won't... ever
Then, this morning, maybe even worse than the mouse.
I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth,
I open up the medicine cabinet to grab my toothbrush, and when I close the mirror there was a TEXAS-SIZED cockroach crawling across the sink, I jumped 10 feet in the air (not sure how that's possible as our ceilings aren't even 10 feet high) and let out an honest to god scream.
With toothbrush and toothpaste clutched in my grip I ran to the living room to tell D, at first he was mad at me, "Why do you have to act like a child, what do you want me to do?!" And I wanted to shout back at him "be a man and go take care of it!!" But not wanting to damage his ego, I calmly said, I want you to go in the bathroom and get it for me, please. So we went to bathroom, and of course, no site of the big bug.
So, I braved back in the room to actually brush my teeth, and looked up, and there it was, crawling on the ceiling. I called D in, so he could capture the large animal and also just to prove that I wasn't lying nor exaggerating the size of this creature. He laughed, because he knew I was right, and proceeded to flush it down the toilet.
Now I have the fear that it will crawl back up through the pipes, so I flushed the toilet again , and again, and maybe a 3rd time for good measure.
OH MY GOD.
That was horrible.
I am traumatized in my own apartment.
And I no longer feel safe here.
Will I be able to sleep at night?
Who knows.
I'm just re-thinking my 2 year lease.
Anyone want to sublet?
:)