At the very least, it makes my scalp itch. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, lice. The mere mention of the word causes a tingling in my scalp that begs to be itched and combed and gone through strand by strand.
We are lucky in our house to have never been inflicted with lice. I remember when the first notice about exposure to lice came to our house when Eldest was in first or second grade. Gross! Someone in his class has lice? Ewwwwww! What kind of school was this purportedly great school? Where, exactly, did these students come from? What conditions did they live in? As it turns out, all totally typical reactions and all utterly stereotypical ones.
Of course, we've received a dozen such notices over the course of 15 combined school years for the three kids. Youngest's first grade class has remain unscathed -- or unscabbed, should I say -- but the three other first grade classes have continual lice issues. For three solid months, notices have been sent home to the parents of those kids at least once a week. They're saying it's not just the same kid(s) over and over.
All I know is I'm totally icked-out over the whole thing, especially since they told us on Friday that they would put plastic bags on the hooks for the kids to put their lunch bags and jackets and work in. No backpacks allowed. No hats allowed. And this is for all of the first grade, not just the three infected classes. So, even though Youngest's class is nit-free, presumably, the same rules apply to him.
This is what it typically looks like outside a classroom at the school, with all the backpacks placed on the hooks on the wall outside the class:
This is what the first grade classes look like now:
What don't we just call the kids a bunch of trash and throw them away with the rest of the garbage? They are the cootie-kids. They are dirty. They have -- GASP -- lice.