Freestyle Friday: Never a dull moment

I had a brief 10 minutes moment of panic today at work when I thought I had lice. I found several small white bugs on my dark brown shirt. At first I thought they were little fuzzies, but then I saw one move. Needless to say, it freaked me right out. I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and took off my shirt to look for more of the "fuzzies." I found a few and quickly squished them. Put my shirt on and ran back out to my desk. I made my co-worker come check my head for lice. He didn't find anything, but he did see the bugs I was talking about on my desk.

We of course checked Google Images for photos of lice. The things I was finding on my shirt were similar to the photos, but not exactly the same. Plus I wasn't itchy or anything. So we decided it couldn't be lice, and I tried to put it out of my mind. Which of course didn't work. I wasn't itchy, but thinking about it made my brain think I was itchy; so I kept scratching the crap out of my scalp and my arms.

My mind was racing a mile a minute. I thought about Emma and wondered if she was finding the same thing on herself, passing it along to all her classmates. I decided I'd have to go home and wash my pillowcase in scalding hot water to kill whatever needed to die. I was wracking my brain to think of all the surfaces my head had touched that could possibly be infected with lice. Was Big Daddy infected? Norbert? Would I have to bug bomb the house?

It was the end of my work day, so I took my time sheet over to the church as I left for the day. As I walked up to the side door of the church, I noticed that there were a bunch of tiny white bugs on the door. Same bugs I saw on my shirt.

I'd been through that door about 30 minutes prior to take something over to the church.

Mystery solved. Not lice. Just weird door bugs that had jumped onto my shirt to go for a ride, apparently.

I called my co-worker and told him about the bugs. He, too, was glad it wasn't lice.

Crisis averted.