Tree Frogs descend on my open 356 Cabriolet . . .

. . . while it was parked in front of the Washtenaw Dairy, as I was going for an ice cream cone.

It turns out that a former colleague (whom I'd not seen in a few years) is the honorary coach of the 5th grade girls soccer team at Eberwhite Elementary School here in Ann Arbor. He and his wife were treating the team members to 'end of season' ice cream treats at the local ice cream parlor and coffee 'hang out'. As I drove up to park my 'Signal Red 356 Cab', a crowd of green-shirted Tree Frogs descended on my hapless old Porsche. I had hardly time to grab my trusty old Nikon D1 and start blazing away; anyway, I got half a dozen or so shots off of this high spirited and unruly bunch. Here is the best example.

Cave Hylidae (or Beware of Tree Frogs)