So, there you are, knuckle deep, tapping on the back of your eyeball feeling around for this booger when this guy from the Department of Environmental Protection shows up and asks what you're doing and you respond by saying, "Bud are you doin on muh prawpordee?" which translates to what are you doing on my property and he goes, "oh, sorry, I must have wandered off the State lands. You should put a sign up." and you say, "Ah'll doo dat." and as he makes his way off your property you go to resume your booger mining only to find that your finger is stuck fast and no amount of struggle will get it out.
So you amputate and your finger falls back into your sinus and you cough it up and go to the hospital to get it sewn back on and when they do, you ask the doc if she can take a moment to look in your nose for that darn booger and she does exclaiming, "What the?" and goes in with these long ass tweezer things and grabs hold of it and yanks it out, collecting it in a kidney shaped dish and looks at it and then calls over a dozen interns to look at it and then the hospital photographer shows up along with the chief of surgery because he was walking by and by now you've snuck out because you don't want to find yourself on the cover of Nasal Quarterly under the headline, Alien Life Found! and while the hospital staff is looking in the kidney shaped dish, you're hightailing it out of there but not before grabbing your chart and dropping it in the shredder so they can't trace it back to you.