Yes, she was hot. Very pretty. Think Debra Messing. She was very Bohemian. But she was just very laid back and very cool.

The house we lived in was an old converted farm house. My apartment was an on the second floor in the back, and the landlord lived in an apartment below me. Her apartment was in the front and it was two stories and had a spiral staircase in it that led from the living room up to a loft style bedroom.

This house had a horrific fly problem. I moved in in April and by the summer my apartment was full of lies. It was awful. They'd get in my lampshade and it'd be "ping ping ping" as they flew around the light bulb. It was absolute torture. I came home one night and there were 30 flies on the ceiling of my living room. I counted them. 30. And they were the big ones. Oh, it was awful.

I wrote a desperate note to my landlord and just told him I couldn't take the flies anymore and he had to do something. His solution was to get me these little canister things that you hang from the ceiling. They'd unravel into a spiral of sticky stuff that the flies would get stuck to. Oh, yeah, that worked. Instead of "ping ping ping" I was hearing 'bizz bizz bizz" instead. The flies would get stuck to these things and then it would take them days to die.

My neighbor invited me over one night for dinner and we were in her kitchen. She was making biscuits from scratch, was stirring the dough and telling me about her time living in Germany, when this fly just flew right into the bowl. She never broke stride, never stopped telling her story, she just scooped the fly out with her hand and flung it into the sink.

She was very cool. And yes, I ate the biscuits. They were great.