I make your flowers bloom like a new city on the eastern seaboard. I fly low, as fast as a releasing bow. My favorite football team is the stealers I support them head to toe. I am about the size of one of your coins of 25. I flutter across your lawn in the spring and summer, such a bummer. I am known to sting with only a small ping. What am I? I jump from tree to tree I even fly I make it look like I weigh as much as a dime. I bury my prey under ground And wait for summer to come around. I like nuts What am I? I have a beak. I am found in underground peaks. I am mistaken for a beaver. But I’m no cleaver. I like to swim at night And I don’t shy away from a fight. What am I. I am sleek I have no beak I am found in creeks I have one bone and no home. What am I.