Without Scalp P I'd Be Ticked!
Ed: This web page has made me feel so much better . . . recently something happened which made me feel better about my scalp P, which I've had for 16 or 17 years now.
One morning after a long walk in the Marin Headlands, I was picking at my head (as I do) and I thought, "Wow, that's a big flake," and pulled it out along the length of my hair. It was actually a tickthere are a lot around hereand normally, if I'd known there was a tick on me, I would have gone hysterical. But it didn't get any blood from me, just dried skin, so ... HA, ha. -Hadley
Ed's Response: Way to go Hadley! When I was a boy, I used to fish for brook trout in Rocky Mt. beaver ponds. Seasonally, leopard frogs pick a pond in which to lay their eggs and that pond turns black with tadpoles. Such a pond was a priceless discovery for we anglers: We waded in, scooped out tadpoles by the fist full, with intent to cart them elsewhere to use as fish bait. I learned the hard way that where there are breeding ponds full of tadpoles, there are also lots of leeches. I credit my thankfully-early discovery of this phenomenon to the jock itch I was suffering at the time! ... None of which has anything to do with P, but I've been dying to share that story. -Ed