Don’t Disturb The Flies
As kids, we’re inundated with challenging rules to follow like “share your toys with your little sister” (even if you were playing with it first and her Little Smokie fingers were slathered in PB&J), “don’t lie” (we didn’t want to get in trouble), and “don’t go outside without permission” (we heard the ice cream man). One of the hardest rules to follow was “don’t pick your nose.”
When we slide a finger up our nose to clear out the crusties and someone catches us, we joke about digging for gold. In u/lord_of_the_flies’ house, there was no goldmine, only the horror of disrupting the gravesite of unfortunate flies whose last conscious moments were spent staring at the inside of your nostrils.