Trivial complaints

Usage examples of nits.

Now, in the reeking gundeck of the Meeuw, combing the nits from her hair, Louisa felt like one of the unfortunates destined for Hades.

The liberated nits tiny, metallic, winged and hungry for knowledge- had taken to the air at once, overspreading all of Sherreen within hours.

They would find Meureille, they would leave Sherreen, with its red diamonds, its spying nits, its open carts rumbling between Sepulchre and hungry Kokotte.

When next she opened them, one of the nits sat inches from her face, watching with its dozen eyes, bright cuirass winking in the light of a nearby streetlamp.

Technically speaking, nit-picking should really be called eggshell-picking, since by the time many nits are discovered the lice have left the egg.

Shaving the body hair of the affected area will get rid of the nits, and no one is likely to notice the absence of hair.

The nits or eggs look like pieces of oval dandruff right on the hair shaft, but you have to squeeze the hair through your fingernails to dislodge them.

Using these shampoos and then making the effort to go through the hair with a special comb designed to remove lice and nits can be just as effective as using an insecticidal shampoo - and a lot safer.

The few hours of cleanliness were worth the humiliation, but as soon as her shift dried and the warmth of her body hatched the next batch of nits she began to scratch again.

With her bronze blade she whittled a splinter of wood into a fine-tooth comb and spent hours each day under the gun carriage combing the nits out of her long, golden hair, and from the tufts of her body hair.

She heated the point of her blade in the smoky flame of the lantern in the gimbal above her head, ran the blade down the seams of the shift in her lap, and the nits popped and frizzled.

Exposed to the brilliant light bouncing off the snow, the tender skin behind his ears and on the back of his neck showed the characteristic pinkness caused by scratching for lice, and a quick inspection of his head revealed the worst: tiny nits clinging to the base of the hairs, and a few reddish-brown adult lice, half the size of rice grains, who scrambled madly away into the thickets.

While doing so, however, my face rested against the top of his head, and my eyes were startled to discover in his hair a number of the nits of lice.

I ruffled quickly through the thick mass of auburn and cinnamon, looking for the telltale whitish nits, then stepped back, bending my own head.