Yep, its true, the dreads are gone. After nine months of very little showering and caring way too much about how my hair looked, I decided to send them to the afterlife.
Upon closer inspection, I found zero...that's right, zero, bugs in any of them. I did find a ton of sand and a pencil that I thought I lost in February, but no bugs.
Here is a pictoral tribute to some of the more interesting dreads:
The Seahorse Dread:
The Marriage Dread (where two become one):
The Baby Dread (the smallest of this dysfunctional dread family):
The Perfect Dread (this was the closest one to good):
The ? Dread (seriously, is that dread wearing a tutu? I have no idea what happened to this one):
That was the first time scissors touched my head in over two years. In all honesty, my head is cold. But showers are nicer. You win some, you lose some.
