woolymonkey | These things happen when you live in a monkey house

Lots of head scratching in the monkey house last night. I will not say whose head it was as they are getting much too old and cool to have this sort of thing revealed over Teh Intertubes, but it turned out to be harbouring a major infestation of lice.

I really thought we were past all that. well, perhaps not all that really, because I had two different kinds of headlice treatment unopened in the cupboard. It being pretty much bedtime at this point, I went for the one you leave on for 10 mins rather than the one you leave on for an hour. Babylon 5 season 4 episode 1 was mostly audio only for me as I combed gunk in, through, and out again, and wiped what may have been a promising new headlouse civilisation onto tissues. After Ivanova said her bit about the Hour of the Wolf, we took a break for the no-longer infested monkey to wash his hair while I changed his sheets and combed and checked the other one (couple of ?nits that might just have been dandruff, but no actual lice).

Of course, my head was itching like crazy after all that. So I've postponed my trip to London and spent the morning A) cleaning the oven, and B)combing conditioner and hand lotion* through my hair. I haven't got them. This is good, but by the time you've done all that, it's almost a disappointment to find it was pointless.

Now I have to do teen monkeys again in 7 days to make sure they're really clear. If they aren't, hair cuts will be happening. In the meantime, visitors to the Monkey House can be confident that there is, as they say at Sellafield, no immediate threat to the public.**

*Well, the conditioner ran out, and hand lotion fulfils the same function of making the little buggers lose their grip while hopefully suffocating them too.

**Unless you're the sort of visitor who's likely to huddle over a shared games console.