A$$hole landlords are made, not born.
I rented a very nice attached studio once from what seemed like a very nice but a little flaky old lady. Shortly after, I married my husband who is a very good decent man. There was a door that connected our apartment to her house but it had a gazillion locks on it that hadn’t been disturbed in years and a large couch in front of it. Anyway the landlady got it in her head that my husband was trying to get in her apartment. She came over a few times and hinted, then she asked me right out. I told her we had no interest in her house and were not trying to get in there. So the next day when I came home from work, she had been in our apartment and she said she had proof that we had been trying to get in her apartment. She said there were wood shavings behind the couch. I pulled the couch out and it was a few dead moths. We moved shortly after.
What an odd statement to make.
Unfortunately, true, from first-hand experience.