I have also heard that since body lice actually live in clothing we can use their point of divergence from head lice to estimate when humans started wearing clothes.
(About 100,000 years ago according to the study I saw).
That’s fascinating! I am sure a new lynx louse will evolve again, much as Anoles in the Caribbean will recolonize rocky outcroppings and evolve into the same handful of forms. how long this takes and how similar the new louse is to the old one will be fascinating to learn. (Is the old louse lost to science now, or were any samples preserved?)
Similarly, the divergence between head and pubic lice gives us an idea of when our hair density became low enough that those populations became isolated. (Apparently a man is an island (or two), from the point of view of a louse.)
I read a similar study that attributed that divergence either to clothing or to losing the body hair, so that the populations in the head and the genitals became separated. They speculated that losing body hair and clothing could be correlated.
There is no way to know until somebody comes up with a clever idea to find out, and then we know. That is one aspect about those stories I like.
ETA: Hey! Cool ninja! 
I’ve seen Google do this any time you ask for obviously impossible walking directions like that, but usually it says to kayak IME.
moderating:
Suggesting that MAGAts are inhuman and should all be killed by lions is a bit over the line.
Yeah, that’s what I was thinking of with the Anole example - to a louse, the correct sort of animal is like an island in a barren ocean. It’s the only place they can survive for long.
Allegedly, Peeping Tom was the first slasher film. Peeping Tom: The 1960 British flop that invented the slasher movie
Reading about the painting Washington Crossing the Delaware, I discovered that the original was destroyed in 1942 by the British in a bombing raid of Bremen, Germany where it had been part of the Kunsthalle Bremen collection since the 1850s.
Almost twenty years before Halloween. Interesting. I just texted my film snob nephew who loves the slasher genre to see if knows about it
I just had this weird mental image of great herds of tiny, little lice migrating south, as it were, to their winter feeding grounds.
Ugh, I need to go take a shower.
I think this is not completely wrong.
Neither is taking a shower. 
Humorous as this idea is, body lice live in clothing, not hair. So you should do laundry!
Rusty Burrell, Judge Wapner’s bailiff on the People’s Court, was also the bailiff for the Manson Trial.
There is no (single) word for “sibling” in French.
Erm… Fratrie
Completely unrelated: when the BBC first launched its online on-demand iPlayer it had a volume control/indicator that went all the way up to 11.
This week on NPR, there was a story about the Honey Guide, a bird which, when called in the freaking wild, will lead the caller to a beehive full of honey. Caller walks into the forest, makes the call, bird appears, noisily flutters through the trees and, when close to the tree with the hive, perches and shuts up, awaiting a taste of honeycomb once the humans have subdued the bees.
And that wasn’t even the point of the story. It was ostensibly about a study regarding the different calls employed by different people in different places, and whether the birds would answer non-native calls.
“fratrie” doesn’t mean “sibling.” It means “set of siblings.”
Nor in Spanish. For “I have no siblings” you could either say “no tengo hermanos” which feels like excluding sisters or “no tengo ni hermanos ni hermanas” which sounds over-precise and pedantic.
And there is no single word for “aunt or uncle” in English.