For the sake of the hypothetical, let’s just say that god exists, and he has decided that a species must go extinct. God has the following six in mind:
Humans
Cats
Dogs
Pigs
Chickens
Cows
God isn’t sure which one he wants to kill off, so he has taken a die and replaced the numbers with a picture of each species.
But for reasons understandable only to God, he has decided to give you half an hour to choose which species should get the ax. You are not limited to the above six, but if you do not make a choice, He will roll that die, and whichever one comes up is the one that will die. The death will be instantaneous as soon as you choose, or God rolls the die, whichever comes first.
Well, I might be angering God with this line of reasoning, but I’d pick a species that’s already near extinction and without much significance to human society. The Hula painted frog is my choice.
Do viruses count? My understanding is we puny humans are pretty close to eradicating polio on our own, so having the Big Guy step in and mop it up for us should be pretty unproblematic.
It’s kind of debatable if viruses are “alive” and therefore have “species”; if the decision is that they therefore don’t count, we could go with the bacterium that causes tuberculosis or the protozoan that causes malaria.
If it has to be something macroscopic, then I vote for “cat fleas” (Ctenocephalides felis) because fuck those little fuckers.
This. If that’s not allowed I guess mosquitos. Out of the six in the OP I’m tempted to go with the first one. But I can live without chickens. And tons of things could be substituted that taste like chicken.
Bees are fine. yes, they can sting, but usually don’t want to. they pollinate flowers, and some make honey. most wasps are solitary and mind their business, and won’t mess with you if you don’t mess with them.
Yellowjackets? total fucking crackheads. they get all up in your business and no matter how you react they’ll probably sting you.
Okay, okay - I know. Nobody likes a pedant at a cocktail party. You guys have your fun. But when those heavily armed thugs from the International Commission on Zoological Nomenclature get here, I’m gonna point them in your direction and go “right that way gentlemen.”