I crawl in through your window, drawn to your heat. I creep down your halls and naw at your feet. In the day I am weakened, but in night I’m all bite. You can run for a time, but it’s you who will catch me.

I race through space but do not flee, a faithful twin in gravity. I glow in dark yet do not burn, and in my arms, the tides still turn. What am I?

I tickle faces, though I'm not a feather; I belong to a friend who purrs in all weather.

I’m in the room but nobody sees me. I’m not a ghost, I’m just awkward. What am I?

I hail from an orchid, beautiful day and night, pollinated by hand to create this culinary delight. From ice cream, to baked goods, perfumes, and fresheners I will be sure to add spice to your life.