I’m both bits of you, and bits of others. I’m under your bed, but not your covers. I’m not that creepy, with my oft cute name. Keep your corners clean, to keep me away.

You'll find me in the darkest caves, trickling forth in cleansing waves. Sometimes I grow too much, too quick, and block the path with amber ick. Spelunkers come, lanky and pale, they try to best me and often fail.

I make single letters in to words, but I am not made of words without you. You might see me in front of you when making a guess after the clue.

I begin with a bang, though my flight is quiet. I have a head and a body, but no face to speak. Loaded with purpose, I travel with immense speed. My mark is often final, a testament to my swift deed. What am I?

Pass me if you want to represent. Come to me to order anisette. I might be dry, might be wet. Raise me if you want more to get.