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The homes of tiny creatures that collect in corners if you aren't vigilant about dusting.
A warrior amongs the flowers, He bears a thrusting sword. Able and ready to use, To guard his golden hoard.
What screams when put in a pot of boiling water?
When it was young, it had a tail. When it grew up, it had knees
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?