I wrote recently about the huge old snake they found in India, 47 million years past startling anybody. Numerous articles on the subject claimed that, at fifty feet, it was as long as a school bus. Now, I don’t think much of that comparison. I understand that it is only the length they’re referring to, and we’ll assume they don’t mean one of the short buses, but it’s not the right visual. School buses are long but squatty. I get confused thinking about a big square yellow snake. Unfortunately, I can’t come up with anything better than “as long as a 50-foot hose.”

I can imagine fifty feet quite well though, because my garden is 100 feet in either direction. So, half that, or about the length of a mature field bindweed root, or a cherry tree root. Dig up one cherry tree sprout and tug on it, and squint down the line of quivering cherry tree sprouts until the last one snaps off, and there’s your fifty feet.

Right on the heels of the school bus snake, I read about an ancient salamander, Metaposaurus alagarvensis, described as having a head like a coffee table. Once again, it ain’t right. It’s like describing a prehistoric zebu with a back hump like a Louis XIV chiffonier. It’s asking the brain to do too much.

People are always sending me salamanders or things they think are salamanders but aren’t, because I have often professed my admiration for the entire salamander brand. But I admit it: I am a looksist. I like handsome salamanders with Mona Lisa aspects and little noodle arms and fingers and maybe a nice clown outfit. I’m not as wild about proto-salamanders the “size of a small car with hundreds of sharp teeth in its big flat head.” That does not sound refined at all. That just sounds nasty. Basically a rubbery crocodile that ate dinosaurs. Your modern salamander is still a fine little predator but it isn’t showy about it. It’s urbane. And—and this part is important—it’s not going to eat you. And it’s more of a gummer.

So okay. I looked at the reconstruction of the new old salamander with the head like a coffee table with great skepticism, and sure enough, I could sort of visualize a trio of Life magazines fanned out on its head and possibly a wax fruit composition in a glass bowl. It wasn’t the worst description after all.

But Dr. Brusatte, the scientist who thought it “looked like a toilet seat when the jaws snap shut,” has my heart. Damn thing does. It’s just a big old salamander, but if you don’t keep the lid down it’s a terrorist.