When I was living in the dorms in college I started a small tank set up to brighten up the room a bit. I had an assortment of your average fish, along with a Fire Newt. Similar to the Crawfish story, I came home from class one afternoon to find my little Newt had escaped the tank. He made it out of the tank, across the floor, under the door and about half way down a long hallway. He met me in the hall, marching right along on his little legs. I scooped him up and dropped him back in the tank. There he stayed for the rest of the semester. Guess he got all the traveling out of his system.