Answer:
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
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 “well done” but think they did a bad job?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?