The adventure of a louse

Susana didn't know where she was, she could only see twisted and soft columns as if they were... Hair? Suddenly, a finger appeared as if it was a storm and it hit her head. Susana looked at her hands; it was a louse!

Susana flung her hands about frantically, but the louse stayed stuck to her hand. It wouldn't budge no matter how she scratched or poked it - this was no normal louse. To her dismay, there were no clinics to be seen among the strange hair-like pillars in this unknown place.

Susana had no hope. The louse would forever live on her head and she would forever have a louse. Susana laughed abruptly, “A lousy louse,” she said to no one in particular. Sometimes we have to live with the inhabitants of our own inflictions. Susana was living a life lesson.

"I suppose if I have to live with this louse on my head, I might as well name it something." Susanna ponders for a moment and lacking inspiration declares, "I know! I'll name you Louise. Louis the Louse. So Louis, what should we do now?"

“Excuse me, the name is Lulu!”, said the louse. “And I plan to chomp on your scalp and lay some eggs. What else would I do, write an opera? Yeesh!”