I’m a kindergarten teacher; my classroom has had monthly infestations of lice we just can't get rid of them. I had another student with nits yesterday, of course it was someone I’d worked with head to head. Last night as I lay in bed reading before sleep I noticed an odd feeling on my scalp. I reached up into my hair and found something crawling. I quickly plucked the thing off my scalp. I needed to see the lice to make a sure diagnosis, but I did not want to chance it getting away to come back and …do whatever lice do. I quickly decided I’d put it in a sandwich bag so I could do a Google search and identify it. Great idea, I could see it and I would be able to keep it contained.
Running through the house with my pajamas flapping at my legs I tightly pinched it between my thumb and pointer finger, I could feel it squirming, twisting in my grip. I used my left hand to open the cupboard door, grabbed the box of Ziplocs. Using my teeth I opened the bag with my left hand. I reached in and released the small leaf into the bag. I was a victim of a sunny day at last recess with a gentle wind, and an overly active imagination.