Said my mother-in-law today, there are WASPS in the woodpile.
Certainly not looking to entertain a human rights complaint, I was nonetheless struck by the similarity of this to another not-so-frequently-used-anymore phrase.
"In the woodpile? And here miles from a private club!
"But how can you be sure?
"Cups of tea when least you expect it? All your white clothes neatly folded and put away by labour day? Is it half-finished mint juleps just left about?"
It turned out she meant the flying insect.