The pestilence has returned.
Well, okay, it’s possible that it never completely went away in the first place. But because a) we had a couple of clean comb-throughs after the first round, and several good weeks without any head itchiness whatsoever, and; b) Demigoddess the Younger claims that the Junior High is pretty much crawling with bloodsucking vermin (and headlice); I am choosing to believe that this second round was re-introduced and certainly not any kind of parental failure on my part. Certainly not.
I asked Demi the Younger if her friend G., whom we determined to have been the original source of our infestation, was still a carrier. Ms. Younger didn’t know, but did say that G. is a “hugger.”
“Gack!” I said. “No hugging! Tell her you’ll be happy to shake hands but that there will be NOOOO HUGGING. For cripe's sake, keep your head the HELL away from that girl!”
Again with the poison shampoo, again with the combing. How am I expected to enjoy Project Runway when I have to watch the entire episode over her shoulder while I pick nastiness off of her head?
The Demis are SO both getting haircuts this weekend. I vowed to do it after our first trip down the parasite trail, but in the end didn’t bother because I naively thought I had conquered the problem for good. Apparently it’s time to play hardball.
I wonder how they’ll look with crew cuts.