'Granny, I think you've got nits!'
We were at Daughter's for a barbecue and GrandDaughter1 was standing behind me, playing with my hair. We'd just been talking about ticks on people so I was already feeling itchy. I quickly scratched my head and, sure enough, found a little black thing.
I looked at it and breathed a sigh of relief. 'It's okay, it's only a seed.'
I'd been doing some weeding earlier and I remembered the Granny's Bonnet shedding its seeds. I just hadn't realised how many had landed in my hair. When I got up this morning I found a load on the sheet too. Still, at least it's not nits.
Off to meet my old school friend for ice cream at Verdi's soon. Yum.