They say it's because I kiss kids. I say they're from the Devil.
Moments after asking Savita (a local hero at head lice) to check my head for lice, she parted my hair and these were the words I heard from come from her lips, "Oh, this is very bad."
For the following five hours I have had my hair combed though, oiled up and washed out. Our bed sheets and matress have all been changed as well as all of the clothes I have worn since moving here (good thing I really only wear 7-10 shirts and two pairs of pants). Nasty little living, breathing things they are. Nasty.