Mining for gold

There are a lot of phrases for booger picking, nose picking, mining for green gold, etc. But there don't seem to be quite as many names for mining belly button lint. I am curious why that is.

Certainly nobody can deny it is great fun. You get to stick your finger in your own belly button! How cool is that? After all, for a certain segment of the population the belly button is a highly erogenous zone...so it is kind of like playing with yourself and gettin away with it if you are one of the fortunate few. Much like the ubiquitous (and tasteless) "advice" men seem to find hilarious to dispense to one another regarding certain restroom activities where "if you shake it more than twice you are playing with it", belly button cleaning probably falls under the "if it takes more than 3 finger scrapings to get it clean you are playing with it" clause of self-gratification.

Besides, you have that sense of adventure, the moment of anticipation as well...what will you find? Will it be a shockingly long hair you can't figure out where comes from? A little bit of dust? Something that looks like a cat barfed up a hairball on you?

Let us assume I am one of those marvelously fortunate people who needs daily button cleansings. Every morning I wake up with a mini-hairball consisting of 1 part long slender hair and 5 parts dryer lint. Then about noon I go in for a second look, just to glean the field, so to speak...and low and behold...more hair. What is going on here? Is my chest going bald? Do I have a culture growing there and this is just fast-growing mold? Is it spider web remnants? It doesn't even seem possible for it to accumulate that rapidly...of course, it also doesn't seem possible for me to ruminate on belly button lint pockets for a half dozen paragraphs either, yet here we are...