Frozen Shite

 

No, not Disney, but on the joy of collecting frozen dog turds off the lawn.

Perhaps I'm sad, or perhaps it's an age thing, but it gives me immense pleasure to look out the window in the morning & see a heavy frost. This means that I can collect Indy's dog eggs off the lawn without the danger of smearing, and even worse, sliding past the bag and onto my hand. Frozen poo is so much easier to collect, less hazardous, & quite satisfying as it drops in the sack to make a heavy load, ready for sneaking into the black council waste bags.

The only negative I can think of is that it can be a little nippy on the fingers - not quite a frostbite hazard, but not that warm feeling you get from fresh produce.