After he was done with the rosebush, I suggested he find the little plastic tank we had in the basement and put some dirt in it so Bert could look at the salamanders a little longer. Outfitted with some rocks, dirt, twigs, and leaves, the salamanders had themselves a nice little hotel for their overnight stay. They weren't even here long enough to name, and I had a few good ones in mind: Sally, Salome, Salvatore...
There wasn't much excitement in viewing them, as we could only see the occasional tail.
When Keith got home, he and Bert let them go in the garden.
Well, it was a bit more flinging than gently letting go.
Then there was some dirt dumping.
I guess the future holds more of this, times two!