Woman on an island, day 33

Working diligently on the walls of my tree house, bit of a hassle without nails but the rubber vines serve their purpose well. Just as I'm loading up a last load for the day, something tells me look around! I hear a low rumble and then I see a beast charging out of the jungle cover! It's the same creature who destroyed my supplies back at the crash site! I dive for the lift and pull myself up just as the wicked jaws come flashing by! Bastard! I wave my fist at him from atop of the tree. What is he doing?...no! Don't you dare! He settles down under the tree and promptly falls asleep. No way I'm going down there now and work will have to wait till he gets bored and decides to move on. What is your problem? Do I look like lunch?! And to top it off, my food supply is nearly done! I am not impressed!