I have a bad habit of putting eggs in my pockets, especially when you find one laid somewhere you missed. Am I really going to run back to the house to get a basket, no. I am going to put it in my pocket.
WORD OF WARNING: don't visit the pigs after you have put an egg in your pocket. Next thing you know you have a huge black pig trying to root up your jacket and shirt while you are trying to get the water filled. Anyone know what a wet snout feels like on your bare side, gross that is what.