Caribbean Roadkill

So the other morning, we were minding our business eating our Egg & Cheese bagels (morning ritual) outside of the Shak Shak when there erupted quite a ruckus! The ladies who run the Shak Shak were screeching and stumbling over each other behind the counter, and it appeared there was something on the ground causing all the craziness. We mainlanders shrugged our shoulders, assuming there was a roach or a perhaps a centipede - maybe even a little mouse. Never did we guess there was this:

For those of you of my generation, kinda looks like the Prodigy CD cover...

I think this was his "angry" face....

Seems this guy wandered up the cliff, found his way across the little parking area, through the patio seating area and into the Shak Shak over the weekend. I think he went out partying on Friday night and got lost on the way home. At some point in his life he lost a claw, perhaps while on a past drinking binge. It amazing, also, because the Shak Shak has one door in, with a fairly narrow slit at the bottom, and it's tucked under a stair case so there really is no visible way this large guy could get in!
One of the nearby workers caught our one-clawed friend and set him free at the top of the cliff. Sadly, a few days later we found the remains of his subsequent return to the Shak Shak for another party:

Note the one squished claw.

This is what qualifies for Caribbean Roadkill. No possums, coons, or armadillos here!