It’s a breathy, guttural roar, echoing above the tree canopy like something from Jurassic Park. When it awakens you in the darkness before dawn, your eyes fly open, the hair stands up on the back of your neck, and the flight or fight response kicks in, leaning decidedly toward flight. Run!

Trouble is, there’s a jungle outside your door. Things with teeth live out there, and one of them is looking for breakfast.

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