Yesterday I went hiking with Minette's camera. Minette came along, too, to carry the camera. Near the end of our journey, we came upon a small man-made pond, and she spotted something therein. "SALAMANDERS!" she squealed, like others would shriek "Shoe sale!" or "Corn dogs!"
And then she spent the next half hour trying to get the perfect salamander photo. This included making nature look more natural. "Here," she said, handing me a salamander. "Hold this here until I'm ready to take the shot."
"Uh, how do we know it's not poisonous? Why don't you hold the slimy thing and I'll take the shot?" I think it was when Minette saw me pulling my hand inside my sleeve that she abandoned any notion of my being an animal wrangler.
"So are you afraid of all wildlife," she asked on the way to the car, "Or just the slimy?"
I hate when women tear my balls off instead of cutting them cleanly.
Postscript
Later that night, she sent me a link. "Dude. That newt...WAS toxic." Per wikipedia, the newt secretes a poison that's deadly to humans if ingested.