Which British creepy-crawly deserves a grudging round of applause?

Yes, it sprints across the carpet at full pelt during 'spider season', but it also keeps your home blissfully fly-free. A misunderstood flatmate who pays rent in pest control.

Darwin literally wrote a book about how brilliant they are. Without these wriggly soil engineers, your garden would be a sad, compacted patch of nothing.

Bumbling about your lavender like a tipsy uncle at a wedding, yet single-handedly keeping British agriculture afloat. Frankly, they should be on the tenner.

Fourteen legs, an exoskeleton, and a job recycling rotting wood into lovely soil. Also has approximately 47 regional nicknames, which is very British of it.

Genuinely the only insect your nan will allow indoors. A ruthless aphid assassin in a cute spotty coat, basically a tiny garden vigilante.