Anytime I see a newt, I think of the newt scene from Matilda. It is definitely not a snake (sorry Ms. Trunchbull), and if in doubt, can be distinguished by the fact that it has legs.
Came across this old photo, with its splash of color, to counteract the mounds of grimy snow that frame the landscape. I think it’s from wandering around in the Adirondacks late one July, and can’t wait to look for salamanders and newts (order Urodela) in the spring. Meanwhile, there’s the Great Backyard Bird Count to hold me over.