I never had head lice as a kid.  My sister did and I remember her horror though I was just sort of "whatever" about it, having blithely believed the rhetoric about lice just being something that happened- not an indictment of the hygiene of the unwilling host.

What a load of crap that was.  

Listening to my baby girl cry and moan- and then crying and moaning myself through 90 minutes of combing- returned me to some visceral place of "how did I fail?  We bathe all the time!  Honest!  I do laundry daily and my house is clean...ish!"

So now I'm writing this having done the pesticide route (did you know that stuff had DDT back in the day?  Trust me- today's formula is nowhere near as effective).  Molly will get another treatment tomorrow,but hers will be round three of the chemical cocktail- something new the doc called in that's guaranteed to kill every living thing on her head.  And probably her hair as well- but that's a price I'm willing to pay. I now have a scalp full of olive oil, covered by a shower cap until sometime tomorrow afternoon.  

My office mates are going to LOVE this.