There were a couple of lobster on the road around the corner for the last two nights... looks like the bag fell out of someone's grip.
The local foxes seem at a loss to know what to do with non-native crustatcea but there were a couple of cats fighting over one last night. The other had become roadkill. How the hell does a boiled lobster become roadkill you ask? I can't answer that, but there it was, squished, mushy and with a tyre tread right through the middle of it.