My First Big Meg (well, sort of).....
brought me back to the DC / Baltimore area again this past Tuesday similar to
the prior week. Last week was
unbelievable cold (teens and 30’s).
This week had some awesome weather which made me wonder if I could squeeze
in a guided virgin trip with Daryl to the Potomac or a reprise of the Chesapeake Beach.
But I knew my schedule was tight which wouldn’t allow me to hunt for
job was assessing a senior living apartment complex. I was the inspecting the mechanical room equipment
(fire riser / boilers / water heaters…etc) and while I was checking the area,
my eyes came across something in a bin on a shelf. The quick glance instantly registered
something in my brain and I brought my eyes back to the bin for a further
assessment. THERE IT WAS….. I asked the
maintenance personnel “Bob” if he collected teeth also. He stated “What?”. I said, “Teeth….fossil shark teeth” (as I
pointed to a large jar containing approximately 1,500 teeth). “Oh that…”, Bob said. “I found that about 3 years ago during an
apartment ‘turn over’ in which the tenant ended up leaving a bunch of stuff
behind, included that”. He further
stated, “It was just too unique and I couldn’t bear to throw it in the dumpster
with all the other junk”. He then asked
if I collected them and I proceeded to tell him about my last GMR trip in
addition to going with my brother at the Chesapeake Beach
last year….etc. Bob smiled and said,
“Looks like they finally found a good home”.
almost need a change of pants and had to make him repeat himself to make sure I
understood him correctly. With hands a
shaking, I grabbed the dusty jar out of the bin for a closer look. That’s when my hands really shook and almost
dropped the large glass jar. For behind
the jar, covered in dust, was something I did not expect….. a 3.5” meg. “Oh yeah”, Bob said, “There was a big one
that came with that jar too”. I pick
the monster tooth up, looked at him and said, ”Carcharocles megalodon”, as
drool streamed down my shirt.
make it back to my brother’s house that evening and told him the story which he
didn’t believe till I pulled out the meg and jar. That night I was as excited as my 5-year old
niece going through the huge pile of teeth on the dining room table. I ended up giving her about 500 or so
“beaters” so she could hide them this summer in the sandbox and find them along
with my 2-year old niece.
just got done going through them again here and home and pulled out about 150+
prime ones. The remaining ones are in
the “Christmas” teeth bin for my other nieces and nephews. Looks like Christmas came early for all of us…… Bob didn’t know where they came from, but all
I know is that most of them have an awesome patina to them. They all had a cool worn / polished look to
says you can’t work and hunt teeth at the same time?
|3.5" (Carcharocles megalodon)