Well, a virus anyway. Do they count as microorganisms? I remember debating this question with my sister at the dinner table when we were kids – are viruses alive? – but I don’t remember what we concluded.
Given how old we were, we probably concluded my sister was a booger. That’s how most of our intellectual sparring wound up.
Anyway, I’ve got a cold. That doesn’t mean I haven’t found anything to challenge your little brain, however. Here’s an excruciatingly comprehensive round-up of the #YesGayYA topic that’s been blazing through the YA blogosphere (and you know it’s been BLAZING like a supernova if I mentioned it already, because I am always the last person to know anything) (and yes, I noticed they didn’t round up my paltry contribution, and that’s really ok). My Takei post got a lot of eyeballs, so I figure there are a few of you interested in the topic.
You know who else has a lot of eyeballs? The Harvester of Eyes, that’s who.
So you see, having a cold is bad, but it could have been much, much worse.
Rachel Hartman 
It’s surprising that that video didn’t show us the Harvester of Eyes. But I imagine for most people who see the Harvester of Eyes that he is the last thing they see.
Well also, it would have messed up the song if the members of BOC were being blinded one by one. Or are they such badasses they would have kept playing, in spite of everything?
Anything that busts me up and reproduces itself in my body is alive, as far as I’m concerned. Of course, this begs the question “Would nanomachines reproducing and screwing me up in my body be considered alive?” MAYBE.
I remember my science teacher in junior high telling us that there was debate as to whether viruses were “alive” or not.
Right, our dinner-table debates were well-known. I assumed she correctly identified which notable scientist was the booger?
I believe I took the “Alive, you booger!” position. And I’m going to claim the same for your nanobots, AND write a paper demonstrating that they are setting up a civilization in your brain.
I, for one, welcome our new nanomachine overlords.
Since you have already conceded that you don’t remember, then my memory is the only valid arbiter of truth, and my memory says we concluded that you were the booger!
Curse you, wenchlet! Clearly my current encrusted state hampered my judgment in confessing that!