The thought had crossed my mind.
However here I have to admit to a deeply disturbing event that took place in my childhood.
I was about 10 years old and one day I was nosing about my Dad's shed and came upon a small tin of bright red enamel paint. Being of an inquisitive nature I took an implement and opened the lid, in the process spilling red paint over my hands and clothing. I was terror struck as the stuff wouldn't wipe off cleanly and just spread to everything I touched, even water in the sink didn't wash it off, it just spread.
Eventually I cried out for my Mum who came and rescued me and cleaned me and the surroundings.
I've had a morbid fear of red paint ever since.