Feel my skin crawl? Understatement of the year. There are few things that give me the screaming mimi’s, and you just hit on one of them. The very thought of having head lice makes me want to puke.
That poor girl. She’s had lice since the beginning of the school year, so that’s…oh, god- nine months…
In my Junior year of high school there was a girl who had head lice so bad that she had to shave her head. My sister caught it from her (they shared a class but were not friends) and brought them home.
One day after a particularly bad holiday season I felt something scrambling around on my head. I’m 17, and I have head lice. After trying to convince my mom of this for an evening, I sat down and scratched around until I caught one (oh, god I feel sick…) and showed it to her. I even pulled out the encyclopedia to find a picture of one to make sure. What does she do? Sigh, throw up her hands and gave me a 20 to go to K-mart to get the killum stuff.
I told my sister what had happened that that I wanted to have a look at her head.
She was CRAWLING with them. Big, fat, at least a cm long lice. That girls head would have kept a chimp happy for MONTHS. She told me that her head had been itchy, but she had not thought anything of it. UGH.
So I bought the stuff- shampoo, combs, gel, sprays…what ever the store had to make sure I could make the little fuckers die die die. I washed everything in the house on hot, sprayed the mattresses with stuff until the cloth was soaked, scrubbed and combed myself, thanked the whatever’s that we had tile instead of carpet, ect. Then I turned to my family.
Mom and my step-dad were clean. My sister, as mentioned before, was NOT. She had hair that was quite long, and each and every strand had at least 5 nits on it. It was impossible to comb them all out with her hair that long, so after shampooing her hair I cut it. She looks nice in a bob.
Apparently the killum stuff is only partially effective. Some lice die, others are just stunned. Combing out her hair took so long that some of the ones that were only stunned started to revive. One of these fell onto the waistband of her jeans and started to CRAWL BACK UP. That’s when I started dropping every louse and nit into a bowl of hot soapy water.
I hope you are able to do something for that girl, and I commend you for it. Is it possible that the child has ducked her mother’s notice on this? As a single mom I know it can be hard. If not, maybe there is a serious neglect problem going on and Social Services needs calling…as a last resort, that is. I’d definitely try contacting her politely and offering your services first. If I was out in your area, I’d offer to go with you as scrubbing crew.
Good Luck.