It’s really only funny in hindsight, the three weeks that the younger kids had head lice. From April 24 through some day last week, we spent a LOT of time checking, washing, combing, conditioning, removing. Julia has LOTS of hair. Some days I was resigned and stoic, other days fuming with frustration. Especially annoying was not to have a washer/dryer here at home to easily cleanse any of the peripherally contaminated items, so we had to do lots of extra hand-washing and trips to the laundromat. And our kids weren’t the only ones last month: their school held two “campañas” (campaigns) of checking to battle the uprising. The only other time they’ve had lice? During Argentina 1 in 2003. I know these infestations are world-wide, I know the bugs are indiscriminate to race, gender, ancestry, language, socio-economic status, and sexual orientation. I know there are families in Redlands dealing with this. All I know is I’ll always associate private schools in Argentina with head lice.
Somehow, Chris, Emily and I managed to stay bug-free. Thanks for small favors.
On Day 1 of the onslaught, we went to the local pharmacy and invested in their top-of-the-line, super-duper, deluxe, imported from Europe (so it must be good), nit-picking comb, named the Assy 2000. For obvious reasons this was the (sole) source of great amusement we associate with the situation. Though I still snicker at remembering Eric’s pronouncements that “Today is an Assy Day,” and my visions of little lice flying out of their hair on their Harry-Potteresque-Nimbus 2000 comb, we’re just glad it’s all over. Nothing new for over a week, and constant vigilance will allow us to return to California nit-free. But if our kids have shaved-heads next time you see us, you’ll know why.