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People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?