Back in my days in the Corps I recall two times like that.
The first was when our office was invaded by bees. We kept an account of each of our kills. The bees got 1 for the broken broom.
The second wasn’t a tally. When we deployed to Saudi Arabia, they had two different sized flies. The big ones were slow. One guy filled a 1.5 liter bottle with dead flies. The smaller ones would bite and leave wounds. I hated those things.