Two families we know got hit with lice this summer. Clueless me didn't' even think about checking for it. Until talking about it with them, I started to itch, but was it just cause I was talking about it? But then the itch, and next day, still itchy.
Groan. Sure, we had lice. House professionally cleaned. Hotel reserved for a night (to let the lice at home die a hostless death.) Two lice removal methods performed on Mike, Caleb, and Matt. Hudson was free from the buggers. 6 hours of combing and washing and drying later, I was exhausted.
The next morning Kristina and I forked over a small fortune to have our hair professionally combed at a lice removal salon. Yes, they exist. It might have been overkill, but we simply didn't have enough time to do everyone in a single evening, and dragging the removal process out would have likely continued to spread the bugs around indefinitely.
The first 24 hours, I was in survival mode. Kill the lice was my highest priority. Whatever it takes. But my dear friend happened to be with me when I was finally done and went to my car. I just melted in tears. The motherly desire to protect my family was incredibly stressful. I didn't want to unduly strain our finances, but I couldn't imagine putting up with lice for weeks or months on end. Or risk getting others around us infected.
In the end, I learned a lot, and so far, we remain plague free. Phew.
The night of our infestation that we spent at a hotel, we went out for chinese food, and just before I was to spend hours on end de-licing my menfolk, this was my fortune cookie. I think God has a sense of humor.

































