Child Care on the Reservation #5: Head Lice, a cheap and easy way to get rid of lice

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The reservation has it's very own bugs. People come over, they get sick, and then they acclimate. Each part of the reservation also has it's own bugs. Even the head lice are stronger on the reservation than elsewhere. Those nasty things get into your hair and you can't get them out! Little brats pick them from the thriving communities on their heads and toss them into your hair to make bigger and nastier colonies. Ever spread open someone's hair and see nothing but live rice? Ew.

Some kids' parents just won't pull the creatures out. They think a hairspray a day will keep the bugs away, but when the creatures are on the move, they are on the move. Tying back your hair real tight only causes baldness later in life. Hairspray ruins your hair, not to mention it makes you flammable, and not in a good way.

All those expensive head lice medicines won't do anything against reservation lice, oh no. Ever wonder why some Native Americans would cover themselves in grease a long time ago? Let's follow their example. Saturate your head with baby oil and then cover it with a plastic bag for three hours. Make sure it's air tight as possible. Afterward, you can just slide your hand along the strands and out comes the eggs and the hatched bugs. They'll be suffocated and dead as they should be. He-he, and people think the Natives greased themselves to look beautiful.

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