Meet Enzo and Giuseppe: The Lice Guys’ Origin Story
Ciao, amici! It’s us — Enzo and Giuseppe, The Lice Guys. Before we dive into the itchy, scratchy world of lice treatment and lice infestations, we figured we oughta tell you our story. Because, like every great duo — The Yankees and belligerent drunks, Sundays and gravy, Sinatra and… well, more Sinatra — there’s a beginning.
How We Met: Baseball, Bullies, and Brotherhood
Fairfield, New Jersey. Late ’80s. Picture a dusty little league field, hot pretzels in the stands, and Enzo striking out for the third time in a row. Cue the heckling from a couple of bigger kids. Some pushing and shoving. Just when it looked like Enzo was about to hang up his bat forever or suffer a beating, in stepped Giuseppe — all five feet, two inches of him at age twelve — swinging fists like he was defending the honor of the Yankees.
From that moment on, we were inseparable. Enzo had the jokes, Giuseppe had the guts, and together we made it through high school, family drama, and eventually… lice (but we’ll get there).
Our Roots: Two Sicilian Villages, One Jersey Story
Our grandparents came over in the early 20th century, both from tiny villages in Sicily — villages that hated each other. They left feuding hillsides for the promise of New Jersey, and somehow managed to settle two blocks apart in Fairfield.
The feud didn’t stop. Our fathers carried it on. Enzo’s old man? A bricklayer with forearms the size of bricks themselves. Giuseppe’s dad? A certified electrician who still swears the brick dust ruined his wiring. To this day, those two won’t share a dinner table.
And yet, despite the family rivalry, here we are — best friends, business partners, and brothers-in-lice.
Matters of the Heart (and the Mix-ups)
Now, love stories don’t come simple in Jersey. Enzo met Maria in high school. Giuseppe met Rosa. But — and don’t tell our wives we said this — we each dated the other one first. That’s right. Giuseppe took Maria to prom, Enzo went with Rosa to the boardwalk.
But fate has a funny way of sorting things out. By the time we were 19, we’d swapped back, realized where our hearts really belonged, and the rest is history. Today, Enzo’s got two kids, Giuseppe’s got two kids, and our wives still roll their eyes every time we retell this story.
The Spark: Lice in the Old Country
Fast forward a couple decades. We’re family men, making a living, dreaming about visiting the old country. So we book a trip back to Sicily, thinking we’ll reconnect with our roots, sip espresso, maybe argue about soccer with some cousins.
Instead? We find the villages of our ancestors crawling with lice. Every kid in town scratching their heads raw. But here’s the twist: the nonnas had a system. Heated stones, Sicilian olive oil, and enough patience to delouse an entire classroom. We watched, we learned, we scratched our heads (metaphorically), and a crazy idea was born:
What if we brought a better way to handle lice back home?
Why Texas?
Now, you’re probably asking, “Why’d two Jersey guys move to Texas?” Easy. The wives wanted warmer weather, the kids wanted bigger backyards, and we figured — hey, maybe there’s some decent Italian food. (We’re still looking, by the way. If you know a place that does chicken parm without ketchup in the sauce, call us.)
Texas welcomed us with wide open spaces, friendly neighbors, and, you guessed it — lice. Schools here are no stranger to outbreaks. That’s when we knew it was time to bring our heritage, our humor, and a little Sicilian grit to the problem.
Why the Blog?
We started The Lice Guys Blog because, let’s face it, lice talk at the dinner table doesn’t always go over well with our wives. So instead, we decided to share our stories — and our knowledge — with the world.
We want to answer your burning questions:
How long do lice live in sheets, pillows, and stuffed animals?
Do you really need to fumigate the whole house?
What the heck is pediculophobia?
And we want to do it with a little laughter along the way. Because if you can’t laugh while you’re nit-picking (literally), you’ll cry.
Final Word from Enzo and Giuseppe
So here we are: two Jersey kids turned Texas dads, with roots in Sicily, marriages that could’ve been sitcom plots, and a mission to make lice treatment less scary and more approachable.
Welcome to our blog. We’ll be here every week — talking lice at home, in our city, and maybe one day, around the globe.
Until then, don’t scratch alone.
— Enzo & Giuseppe, The Lice Guys
