I don't have a picture but this happened a little while ago.
Was coming home from picking up dinner when I stopped at the last traffic light before home. I'm in the left turn lane, the middle lane is empty, and there is some tiny car in the right lane.
It's a long light and as I am waiting I see some movement to my right. The driver gets out of his car, one of those guys who looks really old and run-down. He walks forward to a point where I can't see the road over the right front of my truck and bends down...to pick something up. I look at his hands and it appears that he has just picked up a piece of FLATTENED ROAD KILL. He lifts it to his face and appears to be smelling it.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
He then returns to his car, puts it in the back seat, gets in his car and drives off.
I'm glad that wasn't my dinner.