I'm thinking zero. The big donut. Zilch. Zip. Nada. Diddly squat.
Oh, please Lice Gods, not again. I will have to sell my daughter's Zhu Zhu Hamster that she got for her birthday on eBay to pay for another round of treatments.
The ever-calm Ruth's 11 year old advice: "What are you worried about, mom? It's not like they can hurt us."
Considering our electric bill jumped like a frog out of the frying pan, I guess they can only kick us with their little lice feet where it hurts...in the wallet.