My Good Deed

Joseph and I have been working with a less active family in our ward and their little 8 year old girl has really taken to us. She rang our doorbell about 5 times this morning so we invited her in for breakfast. After breakfast I invited her to come and do her hair with me (she is a little bit dirty - like dirt on her hands and face). We tried combing out her rats nest hair and decided it needed a little bit of conditioner. So I washed her hair over the tub and as I was combing out her wet tangled hair I noticed a few little bugs near her scalp. . . . LICE!!! Run for cover!! (Disinfect everything. . . or throw everything out. . . or move. . .I can't decide which) I finished doing her hair and politely asked if she had ever had lice of which she replied no. Then I quickly sent her on her way and disinfected my combs and hands as quickly as I could. GROSS!! I've been paranoid all day that I've somehow contracted lice and I'm itching all over. . .I've never had lice before and the thought of it makes my skin crawl. My good deed in helping my little friend comb her hair out for the first time in months has now turned into my worst nightmare. I thought I would kill the lice even if I don't have them but the pharmacist strongly suggested not placing the insecticide (lice treatment) on my scalp with out the bugs. So now I just sit and wait and have Joseph pick through my hair every five minutes like two monkeys sitting in a tree. . . well enough from me I need to go shower again!