I'm 78 years old, born and raised in Philly, and I've lived in West Wildwood for 30 years. I thought I'd heard every strange noise known to mankind. Then these aquatic chipmunks showed up. It's 2:00 in the morning. They're squealing, splashing, and carrying on like they're at a Mummers after-party. Somebody tell 'em to get a room.