Aside from, well, real emergencies, there’s probably nothing else that horrifies parents quite like the “L” word. No, no, not that “L” word. I’m talking about:
Fortunately, I’ve never had to deal with these ghastly creatures from hell (or from other kids’ hats and combs). But I’ve heard enough horror stories to know when I’ve got a relatable topic. For this series, I talked to several friends and consulted blogs and articles. I have only one word: YEEEECCCCHHHH.
In some cases, I read that parents would get rid of the pests, only to discover that they’ve returned with a vengeance. This is after disinfecting every household possession and shaving each family member’s head. I think I’d call FEMA, declare my home an emergency zone, and then move to the nearest hotel. Bedbugs can’t be as disgusting…right?
Anyway, hope you enjoy the series. Or – realistically — I hope it gives you a laugh and doesn’t make you relive the horror or retch your guts out. If it does, I apologize. Please don’t curse me with lice.