I openly admit that my mom and I are huge nerds. We are. Our “thing” is shark tooth hunting. No, not modern day shark teeth, fossilized shark teeth. We’ve been hunting for over 10 years and have a pretty awesome collection. We have a bunch of different species, even some that we can’t identify. Any shark tooth nerd will tell you that the queen mother of all finds is a Meg. A Megaladon. A big ass prehistoric shark. On a whim, earlier this week we decided to drive to Aurora, North Carolina. Aurora is a small (like a population of 520 small) city that has one blinking yellow light and the majority of their stores are closed. The only occupied buildings are the Town Hall, the Police Station and the Aurora Fossil Museum. Once a year, the museum holds a Fossil Festival where tons of people visit and bring life to the tiny town. Down the road is a phosphate mine. The phosphate contains thousands of fossils and is only open annually to special fossil clubs. The mine extracts and sifts through the phosphate then dumps a few tons of the leftovers in giant piles outside of the museum. We  spent the day digging through the phosphate piles hoping to find some megs but alas, we only found a bunch of small teeth and only one tiny Meg because of the way the phosphate is mined now. Apparently, it’s sifted so fine that it’s nearly impossible for any bigger material to be left behind. Boo.