(Originally published on 11/2/13)
Sometime in the early 1970s, I went salamander hunting. The
place: the Bronx. It was not too far from where I lived but, as a boy, it
seemed like something of a hike. This geographical reality made it more of an
adventure, like we were going someplace faraway and unknown. Interestingly
enough the salamanders collected their mail in tony Riverdale, which was the
more pedigreed neighbor to the west of Kingsbridge, my hometown.
There were still a few vacant lots around in those days and,
I don’t exactly know why, but this particular piece of earth had oodles of
pinkish salamanders under its rocks. Those of us on this salamander hunt
intended on keeping them as pets—our motives were pure—and we did. I don’t
recall what they ate or how long they lived in the fish bowl that became their
new home after the Salamander Lot, as we called it, but I don’t think very
long.
Just about every piece of available earth has been built on
in the old neighborhood, but not the Salamander Lot. It is an odd piece of
ground—a steep hill as a matter of fact—perched directly above a parking lot of
a tall building in the valley below. The Salamander Lot is not a very big slice
of property, so I guess it would be difficult to erect a structure there.
However, I’ve seen more unlikely spots developed.
I noticed, though, that there’s now a very tall fence
surrounding the Salamander Lot. We wouldn’t have been able to get into it with
that thing there—not at our ages as salamander hunters. But then I don’t think
there are very many kids in the vicinity of the lot today who would be
interested in salamander hunting, unless of course it was a game on their
computers.
The question that I have long wondered is this: Do the
salamanders still exist in that snippet of earth in Riverdale? Theoretically,
there’s no reason why they shouldn’t still be there. I don’t think our hunting
them down for pets was sufficient to do them in as a species in this neck of
the woods. But why am I confident if I lifted up rocks in that very same piece of property, there would be no salamanders to be found. Like so many things, they
existed in simpler times in the Bronx, I suspect, and opted to get out while
the going was good.
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