One morning (a few years ago) my daughter was combing her hair and vigorously started scratching. Taking advantage of the bright morning sunshine, I took the opportunity to look ... and there was a huge louse right in the middle of her head.
Mortified, horrified and with phantom lice in my own hair we set out for the supermarket to buy any and all stock of any lice removal product/device. On our return (and bearing enough chemicals to kill the insect population for miles around) we were greeted by a noxious smell, which we traced to the cellar where we now had our own pool ... of poo ... from the sewer.
How do you prioritize that?
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