I can be king or cowardly, but I have it made in the shade because the females do all the work so I can eat.

As a noun, I belong to your horse. But as a verb, I am something you may have to do when your horse can no longer carry you.

I am not alive, yet I grow. I do not breathe, yet I need air. I do not have a mouth, yet I can kill. I am born small, but feared when I spread. What am I?

I'm a favorite snack for the little guys, like hummingbirds, bees and butterflies. But here's a little secret, I'm usually just bait, luring them to help my plants pollinate.

I come in many forms, though my purpose is the same. Some let you escape, some will end the game. Live ones grant mercy, another day spared. Quick-kill ones are kinder, when death is declared. Glue should be avoided, a measure of last resort, and a prowling house cat is nature’s own sort.