The world expert on wasps and the sounds that they make was strolling through a town in America's Midwest when he stumbled upon an old record shop that sold vinyl classics. Flicking through the racks of LPs, his attention was caught by an album entitled "Wasps of the World – and the Sounds They Make." Intrigued, he asked the young sales assistant if he could listen to the album. "Certainly, sir," said the assistant. "Step into the booth, put on the headphones, and I'll put the LP on for you." So the world expert on wasps and the sounds that they make stepped into the booth, put on the earphones and listened to the LP. Five minutes later, he came out of the booth and announced: "I am the world expert on wasps and the sounds that they make, but I did not recognize any of those." "I'm very sorry, sir," said the young assistant. "If you'd like to step back into the booth, I'll play you another track." The world expert on wasps and the sounds that they make reentered the booth and put the headphones back on. But five minutes later, he came out of the booth again, shaking his head. "I don't understand it," he said. "I am the world expert on wasps and the sounds that they make, and yet still I am unable to recognize any of those." "I really am sorry, sir," said the young assistant. "Perhaps if you would like to step back into the booth, I could play you another track." Eager to salvage his reputation, the world expert on wasps and the sounds that they make went back into the booth, only to emerge five minutes later in a state of considerable agitation. "I am the world expert on wasps and the sounds that they make, and yet I have recognized none of the wasps on this LP." "I really am terribly sorry," said the young assistant, blushing. "I've just realized I was playing you the bee side." What do bees say in summer? Swarm.