Answer:
What two animals do you take to bed with you?
Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting
What scientists might call your pooch.
I am wingless but airborne, and when I meet your gaze tears will fall from your eyes. What am I?
I am covered in quills for protection. What am I?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,