I looked over at the newt tank and the newts were being especially feisty, biting eachother and the like. I looked closer and saw that they had babies, however we had never seen any eggs...all of a sudden there were dozens of little newts in the tank. It looked like some of the adult newts were trying to swallow the babies, but they spit them out. I didn't want them to get eaten, so I wanted Stan to separate the babies from the adults. Some of the adults looked very odd, like they were a cross between a tadpole and a newt. A bit disturbing. Stan got a fishnet out, and I figured it would be easier to remove the adults, but he just did a general scoop and removed a baby newt, which fell to the ground, and something else which turned out to be a mealworm (we don't feed our newts mealworms). He tried to grab the baby newt but it wriggled away. I didn't want him grabbing it with his manfingers. I forgot what happened after that.

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