Everywhere I look, I see lobsters. Other people look in the same places and don’t notice them, but the lobsters are there. And I’ve found them in some unusual places. In old paintings and among the handwritten pages of diaries; in the journals of explorers and in colonial newspapers; and in people’s memories and family stories. I am talking about real lobsters, lutaralipina, Tasmania’s endangered giant freshwater crayfish. The more I learn about Tasmania, its people and its history, the more I find the lobster, and vice versa.