A letter to the Stock Room Idiot

I know you know what Brassica butterflies are because you were the first person to tell me of their existence when I was trying to get you to answer a simple question about monarchs. Then I thought it was a communication problem, but as of today I have decided it is because you have a degree in ineptitude. No one is that skillfull without extensive training.

Today when I asked you where the woman who knows what she is doing is, you asked me what I needed, so I made the mistake of telling you:
"Brassica butterflies."
"Brassica?"
"Yes. Six units of their eggs, to be exact."
"Brassica is a plant."
"Yes, you're right. And Brassica butterflies feed off Brassica plants. Hence the name."
"You don't want to order six units of Brassica seeds if you're trying to get butterflies."
"You are absolutely right. Please tell me where [competent person] is."

There is no excuse for that conversation.

::EDIT FROM LAB::
Chi-squared tests can kiss my ass. SPSS can kiss my ass. Ecology can kiss my ass. College can kiss my ass. I quit. So kiss my ass.