The word ‘nit’ is enough to make most of us break out in a rash of head scratching. In my day, those decades ago, head lice affected a tiny percentage of the school age population. Now more than one in three primary school age children can expect to experience an outbreak. Why the rise? Partly the demise of the school nit nurse ‘too intrusive’, apparently; partly parents wising up to the side effects of using nuclear levels of nit- (and everything else busting) chemicals; partly head lice getting resistent to chemicals anyway.
Apparently today is National Bug Busting Day and The Family GP is running a useful guide to eradicating pests – read all about what nits are (brown winged, the size of a sesame seed) and how to eradicate them here.
In my experience (I’m not too ashamed to admit that three of my four children have had nits. The baby I suspect is still immune as he’s as ‘bald as a boiled egg’ according to one of my son’s nursery teachers) nits are boring but can be got rid of. My favourite tool is the Nitty Gritty Comb. Jonathan Ross waxes lyrical about its ‘fantastic twiddly bits’ and it really pulls out all the ghastlies, often leaving them trapped between its teeth wriggling like butterflies on a pin. Which is fascinatingly gross and not behaviour that induces restful sleep. I’m less sure about their repellent spray, only because my sons resist being misted with it and scream like banshees. It’s the ‘cold’ and the ‘girly pong’ and frankly I spend enough time chasing the boys around the house as it is.
If you’re plagued with nits, good luck dealing with them. But do deal with them. I have a friend who refuses to get rid of them, saying it’s ‘nature’s way’ and they’ll ‘drop out eventually’. I now pop my sons in balaclavas whenever they go and play at her house.

















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