. . . the one about living here, I finally have a title. My son called me out into the hall tonight, and said "Look at this." It was a young newt, going for a stroll up the tiles in the hall. I picked him (her?) up and carefully put him (her) back outside, but as there is a big gap beneath the door, it may just come back. We have had lots of young newts/frogs/toads on this particular pathway over the years. Perhaps it is genetic memory.
Oh, and the book title? "A newt in the house is worth two in the pond . . ." or something like that! Author: Gussie Finknottle (of course!)