I touched my newt

I cleaned my fish tank tonight. I figure moving is the best time to clean everything within an inch of its life. Poor Wayne (as is Newton, as is my fire bellied newt), he was a bit overwhelmed when I attempted to coax him into an alternate container while I cleaned his home. During my endeavour I realized his front right foot is still missing. I was hoping that may have regrown by now...here's hoping.

The moving continues. My back hurts, my feet hurt, but my spirits are soaring! I freakin' love this new place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!