In the granular, high-stress world of modern parenting, few words carry as much weight—or as much phantom itching—as “head lice.” For anyone who has navigated the logistical nightmare of a household infestation, the mere mention of these resilient parasites is enough to induce a sympathetic scalp scratch. It is the quintessential back-to-school horror story, a prolific problem that turns peaceful homes into decontamination zones and transforms the return from summer holidays into a tactical battle against an invisible enemy.
The lifecycle of an outbreak is predictably relentless. It begins with the subtle, persistent scratching of a single child in a classroom. Within days, that localized irritation escalates into a communal crisis. Before the first parent-teacher conference of the year, entire families find themselves drafted into a wearying war of attrition, wary of every hug and shared sofa cushion.
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