There are many ways to destroy things.
This orchid became extinct in Britain because of its beauty, which caused orchidilerium in humans.
It grows only in very specific circumstances, and then only with the ministrations of a particular fungal consort, so the obsession with collecting it gradually wiped it out.
In the last few years attempts have been made to reintroduce it in the wild. Apparently there are one or two on a secret hill in Yorkshire, protected from the criminal or the clumsy by a twenty four hour guard.
Let me count the ways I leave you
Caught by a bright flash in the corner
I toddle as you drop through the coarse net of me
In which every light winks
And every one is cut
Chasing a flutter of of colour
I run on a carpet of chrysalides
Restless at the inconvenience
I remake Truth
Mattress by mattress
And place your pea on a pedestal
To elucidate my nightmares
Coveting the beauty of what you have
I simply take it
And when it wanes before my eyes
Scrabble in your cold grave
For the secrets of your husbandry