We’ve had kids for 8.5 years and today is the first time we’ve encountered headlice. I’m writing this as my pretty awesome husband is dragging a comb through my now tea tree conditioner coated hair (so much for dying it tonight!).
I’m possibly overreacting a little. This isn’t an infestation, it’s not even headlice, it’s a head louse. One. And we squished it. Then flushed it down the loo.
But even so, I’m quite ready to rock up to the bathroom with buckets of DDT and a blowtorch. (I’m wondering if bleaching my roots might help fend them off a bit too… )
A bit extreme?
Fair enough. Well what has happened instead is now nearly 2 hours of hair combing with a conditioner formula. And despite no more evidence of any further life forms, I’m itching. This could of course be because I have lots of fine hair which makes it thick and wavy and it’s been brushed with the tiniest comb imaginable.
I have everything crossed that we have won both the battle and the war, but if not, hear this crawly little bastards, I will win, oh yes, even if I have to shave the head of everyone in this house, you shall not pass!