Monday, September 10, 2007

Bug Hunt

You haven't lived until the children of your neighborhood contract head lice. In terms of psychosomatic itching, it's much worse than finding fleas on a pet. In terms of actual treatment, it's long and arduous, especially for girls with thick hair.

They are so small that every untreated surface is suspect, every fabric item a potential carrier. I will never view a movie theater seat with the same reckless abandon. I constantly wonder how long it will be before my kids are re-infested, potentially as the little parasites make their way around the neighborhood again.

I suppose the challenge will be to avoid going all Monk about the whole thing. It really creeps me out though. Really.

1 comment:

  1. At least it's more of an inconvenience than a source of such absolute shame as it used to be - it was the sort of stigma that would follow you forever, on the same level as illegitimacy! And you don't have to shave the kids' heads and douse them with kerosene anymore.


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