As retold by Bruce Lowitt

Two wasps buzz around a fading garden.

"How was your summer?" one asks.

"Not too good," the other one says. "Too cold. Too much rain. Not enough flowers, not enough pollen. If you want to know, I'm starved."

"Hey," the first one says, "go down the corner and hang a left. There's a bar mitzvah going on. Plenty of flowers and fruit."

"Great! Thanks. See you later."

After an hour they bump into each other again.

"How was the bar mitzvah?"

"Excellent! I've never had such a great time."

The first wasp looks at his friend and says, "Hey, what's that on your head?"

"A yarmulke."

"What? Why?"

"Because I didn't want them to see that I was a wasp."