In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
So cold damp and dark I am. To stay you would refrain yet those who occupy me do never complain.
I’m found in your socks, scarves, and mittens;
and often in the paws of playful kittens.
What am I?
What is black when you buy it,
red when you use it,
and gray when you throw it away?
People see through me, but none pass through without killing me. I can be anywhere, and can be seen double or single. What am I?
What animal dwells in water and best known for its work ethic?