The only question is why it took so long.
In the evening, just before dark, I tend to the chickens in the Fortress of Attitude. I clean the shit out of the coop, make sure they have food, collect any eggs from the box, and bring in their water so it doesn’t freeze. The egg(s) generally go in the cargo pocket of my pants. Lately the two ladies are only giving me one a day. Maybe that’s a good thing.
Sometimes I get distracted on the way to the carton on the kitchen counter, and I forget about the egg in my pocket. Before this evening, I always got away with it. But the funny thing is how long and how actively last night’s egg stayed unbroken. I carried it all evening. dropped it on the floor when I went to bed, put it back on with my pants, jumped in the jeep, drove to GC Guy’s place, sat down and stood up a dozen times from nine to three working on arsenic caps, came home, wrestled with LB, ate, crashed, jumped back in the Jeep to go tend Landlady’s chickens…and that’s when the egg finally reminded me of its presence. 😛
24 hours sounds like a record breaking duration to me. Care to try for 36? BTW, a ziplock baggie takes up very little room in a pants pocket until put into use. Think of it as an Avian Ovipository or Embryonic Chicken Containment Vessel. Or step one in making scrambled eggs.