The Bee King
Bees, of course, do not have kings. So when bees encounter one, they tend to react about as horrified as a bee can manage. You see, to them the Bee King is this horrible, enslaving entity that smells wrong and moves wrong and that can make regular bees grow weak and passively obedient and there’s nothing that can stop him. The queens are helpless, the drones are helpless, the hive itself is helpless. When the Bee King comes, the hive invariably becomes corrupted, and eventually dies. And it doesn’t die easily; there is maximum suffering and misery involved, and the worst part is that there’s no discernible rhyme or reason to the destruction. All of which means that, to a bee, the Bee King is precisely the same sort of entity as Nyarlathotep would be to humanity.