What am I?

I slither down the drain,
Hitting the watery depths with no pain
I can smell things a mile away
And can be smelled just in about the same way

I am the King of my unwanted empire,
Wanted though, with a price over my head
My castle echoes with my ire,
As I scuttle about, escaping my fate

I should be thanked,
For eating what has been trashed
I should be revered,
Placed on the pedestal

Instead I am hunted,
Stalked as a prey
Although my growth is stunted,
My numbers are diminishing

What am I?

No, really. What am I? 😉 Take a stab and guess!

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