Answer:
If it weren't for these, no one would be aware of Idaho's existence.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within. Who am I?
What can break when we touch it
What makes a loud noise when changing its jacket, becomes larger but weighs less?
My first is snapping, snarling, growling, My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. Higgledy piggledy Here we lie, picked and plucked, and put in a pie.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.