Skip to comments.Miami Man Found Dead in Room of Swarming Bees
Posted on 11/07/2011 1:45:30 PM PST by nickcarraway
It appeared as if the man died while trying to duct tape a hole in the wall so the bees wouldn't get out: Cops
A Miami man was found dead in a room of his house with his body surrounded by about 60,000 swarming bees, authorities said Sunday.
Miami Police said the man, who wasn't identified by authorities, was on a ladder trying to duct tape a hole in the wall where he had seen bees, and when the bees flew out of the wall, he got startled, fell and died. The man had been renovating a house that has been in his family for years, said Miami Fire Rescue spokesman Ignatius Carroll. The house is located at 129 NW 15th Ave., and was built about 90 years ago, The Miami Herald reported.
On Saturday, his daughter and wife came to the house and couldn't find him. Eventually they checked upstairs, where they noticed a lot of bees in a room. Initially, they closed the room to prevent the bees from getting out, but then they saw him on the floor.
When police officers arrived, they could hear a humming noise, like the walls were alive, Miami police Cmdr. Delrish Moss told the Herald. Although we are awaiting the autopsy, and right now the death is considered unclassified, the fall likely had more to do with his death than anything to do with the bees.
A bee control expert was called in to remove the insects and advise authorities if special suits were needed. The Herald reported that the bee control expert said there were about 60,000 bees.
Well, I am glad he used the qualifier "about". No "million man" math needed here. I would have just said something like there were a "whole passel" of them suckers or something like that. :-)
No identified: Was it ‘Sting’?
sounds like there’s going to be a new warning label on ladders soon
When I was about 13, we had a bee infestation in the upstairs of our house. It was between the inner wall of my parents’ room and the shingles. You could hear them in there, and see them coming and going through a crack in the soffit.
My dad bought two pressurized cans of some kind of professional-grade insecticide; the cans had probe-type tips. We waited till after dark, and he drilled a 1/4 inch hole in the bedroom wall, inserted the probe tip of the first can, and flexed the can downward.
What resulted was the scariest humming sound I ever heard. Every few seconds there was a “ping” kind of sound, like a metal peg being plucked. I thought it resulted from a bee colliding with an exposed nail, but I don’t know if that’s a plausible explanation.
I went downstairs and looked out of a window below the hive. I could see the house next door — which happened to be owned by a professor who was a wildlife expert. I could see him peering out of his den window at the hundreds of bees that had landed on the glass (the lights were on inside, of course). If anyone had had a window open in a lighted room on our side of his house, there would have been a tragedy that night.
A few days later, there was a strange smell upstairs. It smelled like the air that comes out of an inner tube when you press the valve stem. It went away after a few more days. That was that.
Six blocks from where I was born in 1935. Also near (the Late)Orange Bowl.
When I was a child, our next-door neighbor died when he fell off a ladder while working to remove or control some bees. I think he was an elderly man, but I was just a child, so he could have been in his 40s, and I would have thought of him as old.
I would hate to bee him.
How did they count them?
What’d your Dad do when he sprayed the insecticide? Run for cover?
His wife left him a message, saying: “Honey, there’s a swarm on the freeway, I’ll bee late!”
Maybe the swarm formed itself into a hammer.
No, he just stood there. The interior wall was between him and the bees. I stood there too... but on the opposite side of the room, near the door. We never saw a bee inside the house. I think the first indication they were in the wall was that I found a few bees in the attic, the stairway to which came into my room (but was behind a door).
Just vacuum the bees.
Then you were born near my mother’s parents house at 1668 S.W. 11th St. Little Havana these days.
I guess a can of RAID was out of the question. Lt. Colonel Custer had better odds than this dude.
Dexter strikes again?
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