Okay, so I was Interventionalised by a bunch of other Bees. In fact, they’ve all just left.

That went on WAY too long.

The Intervention mostly involved other Bees I know, and a whole bunch I don’t (but seemed to know me). ButterCup was there, along with Fleur de Bee, Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), Kevin’s Estranged Sister, Felonie Snark, Rudy Bee, Bigfoot, Great Grandma Gee Gee, and several others who seem to think they needed to vent on me. Seriously now, I had no idea.

First, ButterCup and Fleur came at me again about that whole My Forgetting ButterCup’s Birthday Fiasco. Kevin also chimed in on that one, of course (I guess he still hadn’t gotten that Happy Beelated Birthday Card I sent him - the Hive Postal Service is running a bit beehind these days for some reason).They just went on and on about how Incredibly Thoughtless I was to have overlooked the need for me to not to forget to remember their Special Days. Talk about holding a Grudge. But fine. I apologised. But seriously now, who hasn’t forgotten someone’s Birthday?

Then Rudy Bee launched into me trying to accuse me of not voting for him in the last Royal Election (he was running for Queen, as we all remember), but I told him that was probably not true beecause I don’t remember if I managed to vote last time (I think I did).

Well, that got BigFoot all upset, so he started lecturing me about my Civic Responsibilities (which I do take very Seriously, mostly), then started going off on me about my not returning a Book I borrowed from him three years ago (he said it was “The Bee’s Guide to Ethical Self-Interest”, though I don’t even remember reading that which is weird since BigFoot said, “I’ll bet you haven’t even read it yet”, but I’m absolutely positive beeyond any doubt whatsoever that I returned it - I think last week, though I’m not sure if I returned it to the same place). Whatever.

Apparently, Felonie Snark was there just to tell me that I was a lousy Employee, and that I shouldn’t hold out any hopes for my enjoying a Successful Career in the Corporate Sector. I found that encouraging, so I was glad she showed up.

With bee after bee after bee, this went on and on and on about This, That, and The Other Thing. I’m not even sure if they slept, though I’m pretty sure I went into some sort of a Delirious Dream State at one point, and I’m not sure if I’m even awake from that yet. My Antennae were actually, physically sore from all this. I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about here, mostly, especially if you’ve ever been the Victim of an Intervention.

Great Grandma Gee Gee seemed to sum the whole thing up when she said, “We’re not trying to Pick on you, Dear,” (could’ve fooled me), “we just want what’s best for you. My Stars, if I thought your hearing all of this weren’t good for you, well I just wouldn’t have allowed it. But you do just have to do better, Dear, and I think all of us here agree that you’re good enough, you’re smart enough, and by gosh, we like you, usually.”

“Fine,” I said. And that was that.

Then she pulled out a Huge Platter of her unusually Delicious and Allegedly Nutritious HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™, and told everybody to take ONE, and go home, which they did.

At this point, all I can say is that I need to eat this Cookie and take a nap. So I’m gonna go do that.

Let’s all bee highly careful out there.