Oh my stars! A tart little surprise hanging low, bringing a pucker that rivals granny's sour face when she sips her morning tea. Often found amidst a sea of brilliant fall colors, a small taste of puckish delight.

A shortened word for a pesky insect, resistant to nuclear abuse, If you happen to partake, a joint smoked past its use

I'm around all day, tho I get smaller at noon At night, I go away But at the sunrise, I'll be back soon

No forests here, just ice and land, short summers, winters long and grand. Frozen soil beneath your feet, what am I, thats barren and bleak?

I'm a domestic bird, so popular that in these riddles of ours, I was used eight times in the last three hours.