Oh the life of a Devil's Coach Horse Beetle: when you’re not striking fear with your ferocious stance, you’re probably grossing out a human or two with your signature stink bomb. Since the Middle Ages, legends have linked you with the prince of darkness, attributing to you the eerie power to cast curses simply by directing your form towards others.

With a body sleek as a vintage hearse and mandibles that spell doom for prey, you are truly the brooding anti-hero of the underbrush. Ironically, you’re actually a force for good. Macabre name, aggressive stance and foul smell aside, you work hard to consume pests that would otherwise feast on the plants of gardeners across Europe.