The something in the woodshed myth:
I saw something nasty in the woodshed.
-Did you? What?
I don't remember anymore. I was little. Something terrible! And it was in the woodshed?
-Are you sure?
Course I'm sure.
-Or maybe the potting shed. Or the bicycle shed. Or the tool shed. All these years, getting five good meals a day, running the farm, ruling the roost, everyone doing... exactly as you say and
sacrificing their lives to yours? That's not bad, is it, just for seeing something nasty in the woodshed?
Everything depends on me.
No! I forbid it! ... I saw something nasty in the woodshed.
-Sure, you did, but did it see you, baby?