From Boca Grande to Naples, a terrible smell hung over Florida's west coast. On the sandy beaches, or tangled in mangrove swamps, lay millions of big & little dead fish, eels, crabs, scallops. Natives and visitors (including Coalmaster John L. Lewis) held their offended noses. So many tourists began hurrying home that the nervous Lee County Chamber of Commerce wired Washington (the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service) for help and advice. Last week Army airplanes were spraying the masses of decomposing fish with DDT to prevent a threatened fly plague.
The trouble started early...
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