I'm tempted to agree. If they wander back in search of food, we can usher them elsewhere again— I would much rather that than let someone else do the job using other methods.

[She'd like to avoid a true culling, if at all possible.]

Besides... we've certainly made some new friends today.

[She smiles again, gently patting a small, affectionate carcinus on the head.]

That I definitely didn't see coming, but they're not so different from people, I suppose— happy to be fed.