The highlight was probably finding a newt when I was weeding on Friday afternoon. At least I thought it was a newt, and that's what I called it when I showed it to the kids:


It was about half the size of my hand, and of course BJ wanted to pick it up. I compromised by letting him touch it, gently stroking its back. It stood stock still and hoped we would leave -- but, surprisingly, hung around long enough for me to get these pictures. Both kids loved watching it, though BB wouldn't touch it for anything.
Later that evening, they wanted to see the pictures and kept asking questions, so I started googling "California Newt," trying to find out exactly what was in our backyard. I confess to a certifiable "Oh SH*T!" motherhood moment, when this was the first thing I looked at. In big red bold type, there it was:
"Warning! The skin secretions of the Newts of the genus Taricha contain toxins similar to those found in pufferfish liver. These are among the deadliest natural toxins yet discovered. A healthy adult will die from eating just one Newt. Care should be taken to wash hands thoroughly after handling Newts."
Who knew?!? I certainly didn't think we were in any danger when we found the little guy!
After scrubbing BJ's hands once more for good measure and calming down a bit from my parental panic attack, I looked again at the pictures I'd taken and the pictures of the California Newt. Not the same animal. Thank heavens!
Turns out it was merely a common arboreal salamander. Neither poisonous nor especially rare. (And if you're wondering what the difference is between a newt and a salamander -- as I was -- there's a good explanation here.
Along with the newts (er, salamander), we've been finding lots of snails. They love the wet weather. When we were hanging out with A and C on Friday, having a lovely playdate, BJ found a cache of about a dozen snails in their backyard. He disassembled a few (sorry, A!) giving some credibility to that Wikipedia insight I mentioned above: that the "boys are made of" rhyme is actually a variant of "snips of snails." He certainly was pulling them to bits. Sigh. But mostly he seemed interested in holding them letting them crawl on him.

Thanks to A for the pic! Thanks as well to her for being so very good natured about the whole thing. BJ kept asking her if she wanted to see and/or hold the snails he'd found. A (who is pregnant and due to have her baby boy in about six weeks) looked at me at one point and laughed, "I'm so not ready for a boy!"
Granted, her daughter C didn't seem all that interested in the snails, but BB was all about the tiny one the she'd negotiated from her brother. BB let it crawl all over her hand and up her arm. I'm not a big fan of snails either, but even I had to admit that this wee one was kinda cute. In a sticky slimy way.
In related wildlife news, BB has now had her first moment of true terror. I've been a weeding wildwoman this week, (say that five times fast!) and the kids have been really good about either keeping me company in the yard or keeping themselves occupied with their own little projects. BJ spent a good hour making "snake soup" (Stuxey and Stuxey, the two rubber snake/attachment objects, "helped" him) while BB played in the sandbox. Which leads me to the moment of terror.
I was kneeling, weeding, when all of a sudden I heard her start to holler and then scream in the most horrifying, horrified way. I got up faster than I thought possible, ran over to her, and after much soothing managed to understand that she was frightened by "a 'pider, Mommeeee! A 'Pider!!!"
A spider. An impressively hairy wolf spider, about the size of a dime. I found him in short order, and BB's reaction made it pretty clear that he was the source of the trouble. As best I can tell, it had been hiding out in one of the hot wheels dump trucks and had scurried out while she was playing with said truck, dipping it into a little puddle. (I'm sure the water chased it out, self-preservation and all.)
Would have scared the bejesus out of me, too! She wasn't bitten, thank goodness, but the poor dear is still talking about the 'pider and how 'taired (scared) she was by it. I think it probably crawled over her hand on its way out of the truck. (And a phobia is born.....? Hope not!) She's usually so fearless, I was really taken aback by the whole thing. And my blood still runs cold, recalling the sound of her terrified wail. Not the kind of sound you want to hear coming from your child.
So as much fun as we've been having, I have to say that I've had enough wildlife for one week, between spider scares, snail slime, and false alarms about deadly backyard newts. Good thing, since it's supposed to rain for the foreseeable future!













































