It might be worse. Someone once ordered live lobsters for a British Army officers mess' in Northern Ireland. The delivery driver went to the kitchen door. Nobody answered when he knocked, so he left the parcel on the doorstep, with a note. Meanwhile, the angry lobsters were clicking their claws as they tried to get out and back to see. The first cook to see the parcel heard the clicking, and didn't care to read the note; he just alerted the entire camp that there was an IRA bomb by the officers' mess.

So, a Wheelbarrow [a remote-controlled tracked vehicle, which holds lots of tools for bomb disposal at a safe distance] was deployed; it "disrupted" the parcel with a "controlled explosion". Translation; the unfortunate crustaceans were instantly reduced to sandwich spread.