This fanny pack, plus a bright orange and yellow safety vest, is what I wear litter picking. See the silver water bottle? It's called a Kleen Kanteen, and I love it.
It was given to me by Glenn and Jen, a thank you for keeping Koa fed and entertained for a few weeks one winter while they vacationed some place warm.
Remember Koa? She's the long-legged dog I swear is part giraffe, who de-tailed Pablo parrot one day when I let Koa in and forgot Pablo was out of his cage. I'm not sure who instigated the fight, but I have reason to suspect a little green and yellow bird might be the guilty culprit. When I remembered and raced upstairs to see if the bird was still alive, I found all these feathers acattered around the carpet.
Other than having a sore tail from de-feathering, only Pablo's ego was hurt.
Koa was suitably chastised.
But back to the Kleen Kanteen.
It has a lot of things going for it:
It's much better than the plastic soda bottles I had used.
It's the right size at 27 oz.
It's made of food grade stainless steel.
Ice cubes can fit in its wide mouth.
It's dishwasher safe.
It's stronger than my tail bone.
On the downside:
It's stronger than my tailbone.
I found that out by falling on it while trying to back out of a brushy ditch.
Ever since then I've been sitting down very, ve-e-e-e-r-r-r-y carefully.
Stupid bone connected to de tailbone...
[litter bags filled so far this year: 161
grab sticks broken so far this year: 3]