Maxi-Taxi brought a new ecosystem home with him from school yesterday. I don't know how we did it, but one Tsunami or another has been in daycare since 2005 and we've been completely nit-free. Term 2 of big school and it's combs at the ready.
I couldn't believe how quickly they'd set up camp. I noticed him scratching a little before bed on Tuesday night, toured the head with a torch and found absolutely nothing. By Wednesday afternoon, there were 7 actual specimens and about 132,000 eggs.I drowned him in Pantene dry/damaged conditioner and spent 2 hours with the comb, the nails and the wriggling child, bannishing the clingy little buggers one strand at a time.
This morning he insisted that we visit the principal's office to let him know about the nits. I asked him why we needed to tell Mr Smith and he said "Mr Sniff knows everything at school. He needs to know about this."
I humoured him because I really doubted that Mr Sniff would be in his office at 8am on a Thursday. But in there he was. Maxi-Taxi marched in, bold as brass and boomed "Mr Sniff, the nits are on the loose!" Mr Sniff cracked up. He's a terrific principal.
So, beware. The nits are on the loose. And frankly, I have PTSS from the whole encounter. Can't stop scratching. Scratch, scratch. Bet you're scratching too, right?