I thought it was odd that the lady at the grocery put my two live lobsters in nothing more than a big plastic bag, but since I live 10 minutes away, I didn't say anything. Mindful of how hot the floor of the Jeep gets, I set the bag on the passenger seat next to me.
As I rocketed up Metamuville Road, a fawn jumped in front of my car, making me swerve and brake. You can guess what happened next. Two very pissed off lobsters shot out of the bag, one trying to scamper up my bare leg, the other trying to find the most direct route to my face, where presumably it would attach itself and lay eggs down my throat, a la Aliens.
It took me twelve years to pull over.