Half of my daughter’s elementary school classmates have lice; the other half engage in high-risk behaviors that put them at considerable risk for acquiring the communicable insect.
A few weeks ago, my daughter got off the bus wearing someone else’s baseball cap.
“We swapped!” she explained with a smile.
After receiving the principal’s email acknowledging the epidemic, I began inspecting my daughter’s scalp at regular intervals throughout the day.
“You look like Jane Goodall,” observed my husband.
I let that compliment slide.
In the end, my diligence paid off. Camber didn’t get lice (at least not yet). During our search of the woods behind our house for our missing cat last week, she acquired something even better.
I found the engorged tick ten minutes before the school bus came.
I was appropriately mortified, grossed out, and embarrassed. My daughter was almost giddy.
I agreed to put the tick in a small plastic see-through bottle.
I found out the reason for this request later that afternoon when my doorbell rang. Half of the under-12 residents of my neighborhood were standing on my doorstep.
P.S. Our pediatrician confirmed that Camber is at low risk for Lyme Disease. We’re keeping a close eye out for mysterious rashes nevertheless.
Did you get lice this year? Was it everything you hoped it would be?