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Had one when I lived in a apartment that had so many roaches if you put food down they would run out in broad daylight. I'd wake up in the middle of the night grab a fly swatter that I had handy and swat blindly at the kitchen floor then sweet up the carcasses in the morning. Nightly I'd also pour a bit of bleach into every drain. Use to call her "Queenie the roach breeder".

When she moved (or was evicted) the neighbor above and myself (along with maintenance on her floor) bombed all our places at the same time.

Threaten to eat her heart with a spork.

She won't know what the fuck to do, but she will steer clear.

Sporks are for the weak.