“If I’m venomous, that means my bite contains poison. If I’m poisonous, then I’m made of poison and shouldn’t be eaten.”
“I hate riddles,” I responded as its wriggling feet slurped past my lips. “Just real quick, tell me which one you are.”
A muffled voice responded, “I feel you have me at a disadvantage and that my honesty will be in question no matter how I respond.”