We have lice. And that speck was a nymph.
I squished it. And I flushed it. And then I dragged my itchy, scratchy kids upstairs and bathed them in pyrethrum.
Did you know that stuff is made from chrysanthemums?
You learn a lot when you start a war on blood-sucking parasites. To wit:
- My diva has the patience of a saint. As long as I put the Wizards of Waverly Place on an endless loop, she will sit still for up to three hours at a pop while I comb and pick and pull individual hairs out of her head by the root. She's my hero.
- Redheads have less hair. Little known fact. (Ignore the picture on the link. It's really kinda gross.)
- ADHD really does mean you cannot sit still. Even with the aid of a Nintendo DS primed with relatively new birthday games. Given that my kids get only 30 minutes of screen time a day and that nitpicking screen time is a full-on freebie, that's saying something.
- My kids have waaaaay too many stuffed animals. All 8 million of them are now bagged, thanks to my au pair, and waiting for any little lice babies to die a sad and lonely death. Many of them will not be coming back. I mean the stuffed animals. And, of course, the dead lice babies, too.
- Reading glasses also make good nitpicking glasses and are a vital part of the home war arsenal.
- So is a flea comb. If you pick one up, buy one labeled for dogs. They're cheaper - and not a whit different - than the ones labeled for cats.
- Cats can't get lice. Maybe that's why they need pricey flea combs.
- Apparently, neither can au pairs.
- Moms can, though. Yay for that. And yay for my au pair. This would be another one of those times that I wonder what the hell I'd do without her. Because it's not like I can pick nits from my own head.
Hey, the good news? At least we don't have the swine flu.