We wash our hair so that when the hungry men come they do not mistake us for platefuls of spaghetti and eat the hair right off our heads.
Others have a similar problem – with hair, hay and horses.
If the visibly-clean shine is not enough to remind the hungry men that our hair is not spaghetti, the taste of shampoo sure will.
I could try poisoning the shampoo to ensure the problem does not recur but I am fearful that the poison will seep into my scalp. Also, I'm not completely sure I want the men dead.
So we wash our hair, and take care to remove any accessories or fallen leaves which could be mistaken for a meatball. The red-headed people have it worse – so far we have been unable to explain to the hungry men that the ginger hair is not covered in tomato sauce.
I would usually be agitated at the eating of pasta without cutlery. However, in this case, I am quite glad that the men do not bring knives and forks anywhere near our heads.