Sleeping with the Enemy

A few evenings ago, Alex unwittingly went to sleep with an unwanted intruder (a 1/2 inch round brush), and woke with it tangled in her hair. What is during the day a delightful toy, turns into a destructive nuisance at night. Alex's curly hair was no match for the clutches of the round brush and it became more tightly wound with each toss and turn until her lovely golden main was turned into a brier patch.

It was a painstaking process to unwind each hair from the comb's grasp (during which she was surprisingly patient), but at least we didn't have to cut any off.