Yesterday I observed two bees buzzing around what’s left of my mother’s rose bush when I swear I heard this conversation:
“How’s your summer been?” asks bee number one.
“Not too good,” says bee two. “Lotta rain, lotta cold. There aren’t enough flowers, and not enough pollen.”
The first bee has an idea. “Hey, why don’t you head south and hang a left? There’s a bar mitzvah going on. Plenty of flowers and fruit.”
Bee two buzzes, “Thanks!” and takes off. An week later, the bees bumped into each other again.
“How was the bar mitzvah?” asks the first bee.
“Great!” replies the second.
The first bee, however, notices a small circle on his friend’s head, and inquires, “What’s that on your head?”
“A yarmulke,” is the answer. “I didn’t want them to think I was a Wasp.”