Treasures Amidst the Bloodthirsty

The rain has been falling without end here in Summerville, South Carolina. I've been taking every opportunity to get out and hunt for shark teeth in my favorite dank holes. The yellow ditch is at the top of my list after a good drenching and the mosquitoes know it. As soon as I opened the door of my truck, I heard their buzzing descending on me like bombers. I was fully prepared for their onslaught with long sleeves and a dew rag under my hat to protect my neck. I began picking up handfulls of teeth every time I bent down. It didn't take long for the voracious blood sucking pests to figure out that my hands were fair game, so they feasted every time my hands left the water. Hoping that the West Nile virus was not in my near future, I continued to pick up teeth despite the head rush I got from blood loss. Near the end of the ditch, my hands each had about a hundred little bumps on them and they itched like they were infected with some kind of rash. I found my best fossils just before I headed back to the truck - a nice little lower fossil great white shark tooth and a pristine squalodon whale tooth.