I
found out this morning that my son’s class has… HEAD LICE! Duh duh DAH!
Yech.
I’m
not freaking out or anything but it is gross… a uniquely adult reaction,
I think. When you’re a kid you’re all, “There are bugs in my hair?
Really? Are they cool-looking? OK, I’m gonna go play now.”
Remember
having head lice? I do. It didn’t freak me out, it just was what it
was. Use the shampoo and move on. But I do remember getting pissed
after the fact because this girl – who gave me head lice, by the way,
after I spent the night at her house – told everyone that I gave them to
her. I clearly remember her sitting in the car and her mother
pulling a louse out of her hair. My lice didn’t show up until a
day or two later. BUT she went out of her way to tell all these people
that I gave her head lice. Clearly, she had issues with her perceived
popularity. Buggy bitch poopy head. (Don't you hate it when that
snappy comeback comes to you way too late?)
If
she had been really smart she would just have used the shampoo and kept her
mouth shut. It’s not like any of us kids were overrun with the little
buggers. (And most of us, whether blasé about it or not, had the sense
not to announce our lice.)
What’s
your head lice story? Is there anyone out there who has not had
lice?
And
can you imagine being a teacher and having to be exposed to this crap every few
years?
Yech.
– wg
I’m not looking forward to the lice, but I know it’s common occurance in kids, so I’ll probably have to do it at some point. It is gross, but it could be worse. My firend’s some just found out he got scabies. Little bugs (mites) under the skin instead of out there on top. ugh. Creeps me out much worse.
Upon hitting “post” on this comment, I am going to go run to the nearest forest-like area and hug and knock and whatever else is necessary to maintain my good luck, but so far, neither of my kids have brought home hair lice from school. With nine days of school left, we’ve made it through fifth grade and kindergarten and all preceeding years sans nits.
Now, to go dry hump a tree…
My friend’s son, not some. obviously need to proof-read better
One of the funniest things that I have ever seen was a dorm of female inmates picking lice out of each others hair. It looked like a bunch of monkeys grooming each other.
So far, no lice. Not me, not my boys. And now I will also go dry-hump a tree, because I’ve probably doomed myself to years of infestation.
Have yet to have the lice problem, but I remember the school nurse coming to our classroom and occasionally doing lice checks. I remember thinking that it felt like a head massage, and I guess they did a lice check when anyone in the school came up with lice, which now that I think about it is a pretty good idea.
We lived in a large apartment complex growing up. Long story short:mattress tossed out, mattress turned into wrestling ring, wrestling ring was very popular for two weeks, wrestling ring gave everyone lice. It was still cool though I was Rick Flair!!
Nope. Never had them. Just lucky I guess!
I actually was never inflicted with head lice. I did get mono in junior high though.
Fuzz, you have just reminded me to never go to prison.
To everyone else… so me and Bill are the ONLY ones who have ever had head lice?! Great, now I feel dirty. And I didn’t even get to play in a wrestling ring!
Brace yourself–this is worse! We never had
lice. We had pinworms! I think every kid in the neighborhood had them, because we never thought twice about scratching our assholes through our pants (or briefs)!
I remember one incident, in particular: We were throwing the football in Robby’s front yard, when Robby said, “My butt itches!”
“Gah (“God”) Robby!” said Seth, as Robby nonchalantly scratched. But we kept throwing the football to each other, clueless that touching the ball that Robby touched was asking for it! I can’t remember if there was a neighborhood outbreak of pinworms shortly after that moment–but there probably was!