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I'm a kind of cup that doesn't hold water, but makes a lot of noise repeatedly. What am I?
I am black, white, and read all over. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I hide in a dark tunnel awaiting my time. I can only be released by pulling back. Once released I may do unstoppable damage.
I have wheels and flies yet I am not an aircraft.
It is an insect, and the first part of its name is the name of another insect. What is it?