Personally, I'd nuke horseflies. I'm allergic to the bites, and can feel them pricking me with their stings. My drain is almost horizontal, the spiders are the size of a teacup. My bath is in my bedroom, they wear hobnail boots, they come back.
The Asian hornets are as big as your middle finger. You get stung, you ring the paramedics and give a gps reference and say 'frelon'. They send a helicopter out. It's a strange area with salamanders in the drains and foot long bright green inch wide lizards that wander in and lurk on walls. Like a boomerang.
I was told a story by a local man, his wife from Paris, who'd reared sheep, kept rabbits and chickens for food and saved the life of our Maine Coon thinking it was a young fox on his several acres in the middle of the village. The nasty vet revved his tractor engine seeing her heading for the surgery after the nice one had cut her claws. He was rough with her and she used to bite him. It sent her hurtling across the road and up a tree in fright. The weather turned cold and we thought she was dead. Asking the neighbour passing on his tractor - he gardened next door where she used to mouse, he came running to the house 2 days later when I had wet hair and xh wouldn't talk to him, saying he couldn't understand him. She was huddled between his old rabbit cages behind some old stakes, so nearly dead I could carry her home in my arms.
I found out from the physio he liked Ricard and took him a 1.5l bottle.
Invited into their very swish kitchen where he was chopping windfalls to make purée to bottle I was told the following story. And given a drink otherwise he wouldn't have accepted the gift. I was just glad he hadn't shot her, she was about 18.
He was in his 80s, French his second or third language after Oc/Oeil and Occitan, not a great many teeth and almost helpless with laughter at the memories of village life. And about 1/4 pint of Ricard.
A local granny, a hard'un by all accounts, used to castrate her pigs with a pitchfork, rather than paying a vet to do it or buying a special tool. But then she probably distilled her own fruit-based beverages and had been drinking it since she was 10.
Isolated communities, rural poverty, and a limited gene pool all have their effect. As does alcohol, obviously.
Anything that leads to a 'ghetto' mentality and seeing people as anything other than people leads to problems. Recently i've been told by Arab muslims from Halal shops where I've been buying spices for Indian cookery (thanks Brexit) that I deserve to be raped and killed as I have no right to have a man's intelligence. Killing me would not only give him 90000million virgins in paradise but would mean that my intelligence would be free to lodge between the ears of a good Arab Muslim like him - sitting on a terrace in the dusk drinking whisky during Ramadan, probably after a pork stew. Many eat pork, drink alcohol and are devout, apparently. I've had the misfortune to meet 1 or 2 who do just that.