Well, I guess going to Narville Snark with some Advice was a Highly Bad Idea. Narville didn’t Respond Well at all to my Suggestions. I won’t get into the Details (which I don’t remember Completely Clearly, mostly), but I will say that Nobody Or Else’s anybody as thoroughly as the Snark Brothers.

I don’t like beeing Or Elsed. It hurts. A lot.

So now, I’m stuck in the Hive Clinic and hafta put up with Nurse Beeatrice. Luckily, Orderly Beeson is still here, so he was kind enough to sneak in my Device, so at least I can still Communicate with the Outside World, mostly. But I have to bee very Careful - if Nurse Beeatrice finds this thing on me, she’ll for sure Confiscate it.

I just asked her if I could ask somebody to bring me a Comic Book or something, but she just said, “No Visitors - and No Talking, bee.” Then she also told me to stop asking her about anything, and that the sooner I stopped Distracting her, the sooner I’d get outta here. (That’s really a problem, beecause I was just about to ask her where the Bathroom is. I can tell this is gonna get Highly Uncomfortable.)

Ph.Bee, the Hive Doctor, came in on his way to get another Flask of Morning Nectar, and noticed me lying here. He said that I’m in Serious But Marginally Stable Condition, and that if I just bee Quiet and Cooperate, they should have me outta here in 87 Days, maybee sooner. (“It depends on your attitude, bee,” he said. “The sooner you know not to put demands on the Nursing Staff, the sooner this will bee over,” he said. I hafta say - Ph.Bee doesn’t have the greatest Bedside Manner I’ve ever run into.)

Geeeeze. Whoever the hell tells you that beeing in this Clinic is a Healing Experience is lying to you.

Anyway, I just texted ButterCup and told her where I am. “Oh good!” she said. “We’ll make sure you’re enrolled in the Live, Secure Online Video Stream of that Intensive Personal Anti-Disorganisation and Inter-Bee Sensitivity Seminar! By the time you get out of there, you’ll have finished all 32 hours of the Programme, and you’ll hopefully bee able to walk out of there, probably, with an Official, Framed Certificate that says you’re a more Sensitive and Organised Bee,” she told me. (She and Fleur de Bee seem to want me to attend that thing for some reason, so I guess I don’t have a choice anymore.)

“Fine,” I said.

So that’s what I’m gonna bee doing for awhile.

I hope everybody is Highly Careful out there.