Ever wonder where the word “lousy” comes from? It’s derived from the word “louse,” aka the tiny, parasitic bloodsuckers that come in three handy human tormenting varieties: 1) head lice, 2) pubic lice, and 3) body lice (go here for a nice lice overview).
My interest in lice started about a month ago, when my bride and I discovered that a whole colony of head lice had taken up residence in my youngest daughter’s hair. Which was pretty good for the lice, since my daughter’s long, thick hair is apparently the louse equivalent of a 5-star hotel.
So what’s a louse to do? Settle down, and start laying eggs, or “nits” - hundreds of them (maybe even thousands - we lost count). The nits are then conveniently glued (and I mean glued) to individual hair shafts in close proximity to the scalp. This ensures that newly hatched baby lice or “nymphs” won’t have far to go for their first blood infused meal. Being well fed then helps the nymphs to grow up, have relations, and then churn out more nits. It’s the circle of parasitic life! Neat, huh?
Except that my daughter didn’t appreciate the life sustaining beauty of blood sucking and reproducing that was occurring on her head. Neither did her school. So we were charged with the task of ridding our daughter of said lice infestation. Which is much easier said than done, mind you. Especially if you’re not open to poisoning your child, burning all her bedding/toys, or cutting off all of her hair…
Short of this, your treatment options include vacuuming and bagging up everything cloth-like that you can’t wash, applying various concoctions to the head to kill the live bugs, and then removing the incredibly small nits by hand. As in picking them out one by one (aka “nit-picking“). And literally going over your child’s head with a fine-toothed comb (think unbelievably time consuming).
Fun stuff. Especially when you spend $150 or so on various commercial neurotoxins (like Rid and Nix) that don’t actually kill the lice, but only tick them off. Causes you to ponder at times why God allows such creatures to exist. Seriously.
And then it dawned on me that I had never really experienced or understood how “lousy” being lousy really was. As in imagining bugs are crawling all over you & biting you all the time lousy. As in my daughter’s hair is ruined, we’ll never get rid of all these nits, and she’ll never be able to go back to school again lousy. As in I’m sorry we had to bag up all your stuff, including what you just got for your birthday lousy. As in “boy I’m glad that’s over,” only to discover they’ve come back and sent an expedition over to your other daughter’s head as well. Kinda tests the limits of your belief in verses like James 1:2 (Consider it pure joy, my brothers, when you face trials of many kinds…).
But then isn’t that the point of such trials? To test the limits of our faith, and move us out of the realm of theory into reality. So I began to see this as an opportunity to experience the power of vision clarity in a new way…seeing how:
- A clear mission (all lice must die!) keeps us focused as a team
- Clear values (preserving our health, hair, and sense of humor) guide our efforts and decision making
- A clear strategy (attack > assess > adapt, & repeat) keeps us moving in the right direction
- Clear measures (any nits/lice left alive?) help us track our progress
- A clear vision (lice free living!) compels us to press on and persevere
I know, I’m a freak, but I really do think this way…
Have you had a lousy experience? What lessons have you learned from lice, or other lousy circumstances?