Is Dry Wall the Next Chinese Import Scandal?

Soon after Danie Beck and her husband bought their two-story townhouse west of Miami in the summer of 2006, she thought an animal had died somewhere behind the walls. The strong sulfurous odor lingered, she says, and she began having dizzy spells that would keep her in bed for days. She began suffering from insomnia and sore, swollen joints. The house, too, appeared to be ailing: Lights began blinking on and off, and Beck noticed discoloring of her wood furniture. The air conditioner, an indispensable appliance in South Florida, kept conking out. "It was an absolute nightmare," the 67-year-old dance teacher. "I felt as if something in this house was hammering me into the ground every day."