It's autumn and two wasps buzz around what's left of a rose bush.

"How was your summer?" asks wasp number one.

"Not too good," says wasp two. "Lotta rain, lotta cold. Not enough flowers, not enough pollen."

The first wasp has an idea. "Hey, why don't you go down the corner and hang a left? There's a bar mitzvah going on. Plenty of flowers and fruit."

Wasp two buzzes, "Thanks!" and takes off.

An hour later, the wasps bump into each other again. "How was the bar mitzvah?" asks the info-wasp.

"Great!" says buddy-wasp.

The first wasp peers at his pal and wonders, "What's that on your head?"

"A yarmulke," he replied. "I didn't want them to see that I was a Wasp."
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