Robb was opening our garage door this morning, when he cried out, "Oh No! Did I crush him?" There was a little creature right under the path of our garage doors.
Now, I had been meaning to sweep out the leaves and debris that accumulate around our garage door, but had never gotten past the thinking-about-it phase of the project. It seems that this leaf litter is the doorstep to the home of Aneides lugubris, the Arboreal Salamander. We entirely failed to take any photos in the morning, before he slipped into a hole in the concrete hole of our garage. But when we returned from bike riding, he was out again. This time I managed to take a couple of Bigfoot-worthy photos before he tired of our company.
What's incredible about this little animal is that he somehow has found a way to live on the (tree-less) Southeastern Farallon Island, which is twenty-eight miles offshore from San Francisco. I'm pretty sure that this little guy -- who lacks lungs and breathes though his skin -- could not swim all the way to The Farallones. How did they get there?
(He certainly is rocking the light blue eyeshadow!)