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I am slow and carry my house wherever I go but I am not a turtle. I leave a slimy trail behind me. What am I?
Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting
Edible beach crawler served at seafood restaurants, similar to a lobster, but quite different.
What spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
Black and scary, small and hairy. In the night you hear it preach, Through its noisy high pitched screech.
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken, with the other I hold on. What am I?