Queen Bee is picking on me. :(
But she's doing it in a way that's perfectly subtle and calculated so that she ends up coming off as innocent and welcoming.
Which is why I've looked into how to prevent myself from getting stung. She's been lurking and buzzing around; me getting stung is bound to happen.
According to the above how-to video, I will need:
- a beekeeper or pest control expert
- 2 liter bottle
- heavy-duty scissors
- bee traps
- moth balls
- and pantyhose.
Before I report on my mission tomorrow, here's a snippet of her wickedness disguised as benevolence:
One of the professors I work for asks Queen Bee to email me a specific list of students. Queen Bee emails the list to the professor instead. Then, being the splendid worker that she is, QB walks past me over to the professor, who is standing 4 feet away from where I am, to tell her she sent the email. The professor, who is completely and utterly oblivious to QB's conniving ways, comes over to me to tell me, "Great, QB found the list and sent it to us! I'll email it to you so you can add to it the list you're working on." In return, I give her a smile so big you can't even see my eyes. As I am slamming my index finger on the computer mouse to open my email, I hear QB say to the professor, "I sent it to you because I couldn't find Whitney's email in our program catalog."
load of crap.
Somehow, QB managed to find my email when she wanted to make this happen:
The first time I was stung by a bee was during recess in third grade. And I was stung on my middle finger. Which I held up for my teacher to see, while crying. Hence the plan of defense. Because if I get stung again, I think I might just end up pathetically giving QB the middle finger, crying at the same time.
Do more than wish me luck.