So I was sorting through a load of stuff in our bedroom yesterday afternoon with Ruby. She wasn’t sorting through, she was creating more stuff to sort through, but she was happy so we were onto a winner. I knew i had to sort through the basket under my bed where i keep stuff like deodorant, body lotion and hair spray. where do other people keep this stuff?! Do all people have a whicker basket under their bed?? Anyhow, I came across a nit comb. The girls were invaded by those awful, hateful little mini-beasts in the autumn and I went on the offence, combing and combing until the girls couldn’t sit still any longer. Uh, they make me cringe. The nits, not my girls.
Although I check the girls hair regularly by parting their hair and searching for eggs, it had been a while since I’d used the comb. Ruby was sitting in front of me and so I absent-mindedly ran it through Ruby’s hair. And just as I was about to put it back in the basket…..yes. There was one in all its creepy crawly glory.
(note I hate these things so much I had to wait until I finished the whole post to find and stick on a picture because I couldn’t bare to look at it more than i had to!)
I couldn’t react in front of Ruby but there was lots of shrieking in my head. I wiped the comb onto a tissue and crushed it into smithereens . I called mum-in-law who brought over some special shampoo straight away. I inspected the WHOLE of Ruby’s hair. She has fine hair so it didn’t take too long. Outcome: Not a thing. No other crawlers. No eggs. So that crawler that I found completely by chance must have jumped on board only hours before. I didn’t take any chances and still doused her hair in that special shampoo. So now, after three hair washes she still has the worlds greasiest hair.
I went through Chloe’s long thick locks too and there was no sign of life there. RELIEF.
I’m so glad I happened to come across that comb!! The thought of….I’m not even going to go there.
Moral of the story. Sort out your basket from under your bed.