Break out your dictionaries kids, that's what kind of riddle this is. A sticky situation brought on by bad decisions, no matter the choice, it's gonna get vicious.

I sit atop a bottle's head, Or shield your eyes where light is shed. I am the limit on a prize, And where the mushroom meets the skies. I seal a tube, I crown a tooth, And in slang terms, I mean untruth. What am I?

Hold me in your hands and handle me with care. I navigate through bushes and explore hidden tunnels with dare. I am happiest when moving really fast. I hope it’s something you’d want to last.

I wait beside the pantry wall, my little prize on show. Come closer, little whiskered friend, there’s something you should know.

What do you call a book about Voyeurism?