Goodbye, sweaty summer

Our apartment is not air conditioned. It is torturous. There is sweat everywhere in the summer.
Today we came back from tennis to find a very large air conditioner next to the dumpster with a note reading "a little old and worn but works like a champ!" We carried it upstairs. I can't believe I actually had to convince him of the greatness of the event ("you mean you'd rather not take this for free and have to buy one one day for a hundred something dollars?") ; it looked non-sketchy and I was positive it would work great. Decided which window it had to go in. Opened the window to find a freakin huge-ass bee dead between the window and the screen, approximately 1.5 inches long and half an inch fat, it was really gross. Fixed this one broken part on the AC, stuck it in the window, plugged it in, and voila...