On my Scalp

What did I get up to over the weekend, you ask? Why, I was busy entertaining a nits scare, of course!

Nits. At my big age of 23. Adult life has really brought out the hypochondriac in me. It’s also involved far more corporate toil than I’d bargained for, and, as a byproduct of that, I’ve spent very little quality time with other humans, let alone

a) ones I’d get close enough to for an exchange of scalp fauna,

or,

b) tiny ones who might reasonably have the scalp fauna to exchange in the first place:

ergo, no nits.

But that didn’t stop me worrying the moment I felt that first itch. Oh, no. I leapt with the grace of a ballerina to that particular worst case scenario.

Coming soon to a screen near you!