jeepers creepers where’d you get those peepers

So I arrive to my hotel room Friday night as happy as a clam- a glass of merlot in one hand and a plate of chocolates the GM had left for me in the other- after 7 hours in my car, fully ready to enjoy my solitude.

Everything seemed perfect. But wait, what’s that?

Some sort of huge and persistent  car alarm right outside of my bedroom window.
Beyond loud.
I called the front desk. Could they please look into it. It was very loud. It was seriously effecting my zen state.
An hour of reading, watching TV,  listening to music, eating bonbons and drinking later- it was still going strong.
I called again- please could you take care if it– they told me they had sent security and they found no problem. I said maybe it is an alarm clock going off on my floor. Would you mind checking the adjacent rooms?
 
Soon a knock at my door. Big smiles. Ummm it is not an alarm. Not an alarm clock. Those are spring peepers-
Why am I picturing men in trench coats and not much else?
I said they are what? 
Frogs.
Laughing now. Sorry guys, you know what they say, you can take the girl out of the city but you can’t take the city out of the girl.