A childhood belief about chewing gum

as a little kid, i was really good at blowing bubbles as big as my head and blowing a bubble inside a bubble and stuff like that. my older cousin got so fed up with all the popping noises i was making (or maybe it was she couldnt blow a bubble to save her life and she got jealous) she told me that little people thrive inside the bubbles i blow and every time i pop a bubble they can escape. she told me that they all meet in some deserted cave in mexico and that once enough bubbles have popped and there are enough of them, they will slaughter every person in the whole world. i still kept blowing bubbles though, just making sure to slap my hands closed on the air my bubbles popped in to kill all the little "people"...