I’m there at the table with stakes low or high. I’m your best friend with a hot cup of chai. I’ll protect your plants and help them grow strong. I’ll be right beside you as you pack your bong.

The more there is, the less you see. What am I?

Put me in your mouth, but don't eat me. I can start and end your day just right. Clean and fresh from my bristled head.

I’m made of wood, a spring, and wire, To catch the thief is my desire. I offer a meal that's small and sweet, But snap shut fast beneath their feet.

Only entering, parking, and backing up, unless you're rural or super rich. Yet you drive on my opposite, like some oxymoronical glitch.