A childhood belief about picking my nose

I used to think that my boogers were a sentient race of virus beings that had learned to shrivel up in case of enemy attack, which explains why they didnt move when i picked them out. I thought it was very clever so every time i dug one out i would look straight at it with one eye and point at it with my finger and say, "im on to you!" i would then walk to a nearby bathroom and flick it in the toilet. As you probably guessed, I read a lot of science fiction novels back then...