Name this little crustacian, this savoury dinner sensation: Ten legs on it's chest, and a pink armoured vest. A tasty, bite-size temptation.

Between two souls I hum unseen, A storm before the sky has spoken. The pull that makes two bodies lean, The current where the touch was broken. Call me chemistry, call me spark, I am the light that lives in the dark.

We are the world’s deadliest animal, killing more humans than any other animal does - even more than humans kill if you only count homicides.

My name can be deceiving, for I have not a scale. I show no blood when injured, and can grow back all five tails. You’d think I’m in the sky, in a constellation trail. But I’m within my element, on the bed searching for snails.

Night time glow that comes from a celestial body, who in turn is borrowing the glow from another celestial body.