You pick up a few rocks and look for signs of movement. You see a flash of purple to your right. Your lungs are begging for oxygen. You race for the surface, gulp in more air, and plunge down to the site of the purple flash. Finally, after moving several more stones, you are rewarded. A tiny purple salamander is nestled in the rocks. Its tiny white polka dots glitter in a beam of sunlight. Beside its head, minuscule gills float with the water current like tendrils of hair. This is IT! You are now one of the few. You have seen the elusive Barton Springs Salamander.