The Life of Karl, the Iguana

It is only now that I have ceased shaking from the fear that rendered my limbs as useless as the roots of a petrified tree.  I awoke with a startle three mornings ago to the most aurally offensive sound that I have ever encountered.  My first reaction was to inhale and expand my body, such that the approaching demon would turn tail and run at the mere sight of me.  To my dismay, the bellowing war cries ceased not!  The beast outside emitted a low rumbling sound that was loud enough to arouse the deceased (R.I.P. Bob and Walter).  Out of the corner of my eye, beyond the invisible barrier that prevents me from escaping, I glimpsed an upright animal (very much resembling my food provider).  It was stumbling around with a large, grotesque parasite affixed securely to its back.  The predator had three appendages: two for securing itself on its host, and one long tube-like arm that seemed to breath out continuously as it bellowed.  I believe it was attempting to gather its cohorts together for some sort of ritualistic hunt. 

Soon enough, I was proven correct!  The one noisy beast was joined by a second, and then a third.  I could not see all of them for it is a large world outside the barrier.  I was able to see two at once, seemingly communicating with each other, harmonizing while spewing their hot air and upsetting small debris blanketing the ground.  That was enough for me.  I soon realized that my first reaction was inappropriate for this situation.  My next tactic worked well.  Shortly after I closed my eyes, the wicked ones departed.  I have not heard them since, but they may still be out there.