This is a red eft a.k.a. the juvenile red-spotted newt a.k.a. the eastern newt.
Ain’t he cute? I say “he” but he could be a she. My newt sexing skills aren’t what they once were. Newt sexing (which, although it sounds similar if you say it quickly at a dinner party, is entirely different than “nude texting”) requires regular practice. But I digress.
My wife said, “You should move him off the patio and put him somewhere moist.”
I let that go without making any coarse remarks. “He’s fine. These little guys have bio-magnetic orientation. They never get lost.”
It’s true. Has to be. Says so on Wikipedia.
