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A mighty weapon in the war against winged household pests.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
Don't do this in the shallow end.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?