19 Riddles about Animals - Test Your Wildlife Knowledge

A cosmic arrow sealed our fate,

Things outdated go my way,

Our only traces lay in bones,

But we once ruled the world.

The earliest gets a treat,

Symbol of a life free,

Known to have the best view,

With one stone you may kill two.

Rhythm like a drum when I approach,

Hold on to me, a common reproach,

Usually naked except for my shoes,

My power pulls you forth if you so choose.

Two prized white bayonets,

Four logs, and sounds of a trumpet,

I do not forget,

Above ground, as big as they get.

Two prized white bayonets,

Four logs, and sounds of a trumpet,

I do not forget,

Above ground, as big as they get.

Always wearing a smile wide,

With patience I wait and hide,

Often confused for a log,

Until I lunge forth through the fog.

At open sea or in your home,

Countertop or ocean zone,

Absorb with my many pores,

Soft to the touch, scour with force.

Describes a hug from a long lost friend,

I rest for months on end,

Sometimes black, sometimes white,

Sometimes both, a welcome sight.

In a quiet corner, I toil away,

Crafting a home for me to stay,

And if a guest comes with a smack,

That just means I have a snack.

I navigate through an interface,

Or in quiet corners find my place,

Help you move through cyberspace,

Or scurry when cats give chase.

No feet to tread, no wings to soar,

Yet still I move across the floor,

No hands to grasp, but still I strike,

As I grow, I peel when tight.

Venture forth in a line,

Countless kin beneath the sky,

My strength greater than my size,

Underground, my city lies.

Floating forth, I dance and sway,

Swarm in an gentle ballet,

My form is weak, but mind my touch,

Jolts of pain when in my clutch.

A tireless worker, midst green I dwell,

Journeying forth when buds do swell,

My craft is sweet, a golden prize,

But my sting is no disguise.

A defect in computer systems,

Don't want me in your bed,

An informal term for virus,

Two antennae and six legs.

A master of water, land, and sky,

Mothers followed in a straight line,

Yelled when one may hit their head,

Twice before goose, I am said.

Schools - but no class,

Scales - but no key,

Shimmering unsurfaced,

Plenty in the sea.

In flocks not seen in the sky,

A conniving wolf's disguise,

Counted before you sleep,

Don’t mind that I am fleeced.

Sometimes I live as a hermit,

Sometimes as a king,

Skeleton on my outside,

With my pincers, cling.