Everything just tastes so much better if you don't simply eat it but instead carry it into the bedroom, while loudly proclaiming your victory, then manage to let it escape so you have to catch it again, preferrably noisily and within two metres of someone's ear, at an ungodly hour.
Then, if you find that you cannot retrieve it, act all nonchalant and as if nothing ever happened, and start making polite inquiries about breakfast.

Okay, maybe I didn't need to know that after all. Good morning, all y'all.

Look what came out of one of the newt eggs. It's an itsy bitsy teeny weeny little baby fire bellied newt!
It's about 1 cm long.
There will probably be more in the morning. I've prepared a setup for hatching sea monkeys (brine shrimp), which takes about a day, so I can feed those to the newt larvae tomorrow.
It's a tough world... eat or be eaten!