There is something very satisfying as spending a Sunday afternoon checking your hair for lice. I feel like I can spend hours doing it (in fact I have today). And when you find the little bug, squishing him between your fingernails to see him die is exciting. I still haven’t come around to eating the little nits yet, but I can understand doing it. I mean we consume so many ants here on a daily basis in our food and drinks, they probably taste just like them. Nothing too bad.
After finding a bunch of the little nits in my hair, I thought about having the children stop giving me different hairstyles at school, or giving me hugs in which our hair touches forever, but what would the fun be in that?