i love my mother dearly but she snores like a baby hippopotamus with apples stuck in her nostrils

My parents are in town for a couple of days and I am pleased to be able to host them. It is late at night that I remember that my mother snores like something from an H.P. Lovecraft story. In short bursts of gutteral noises that have me confused as to whether they originate from the sucking in of air or the grunting out of it. It might sometimes sound like a congested grizzly bear under a big pile of blankets or a lonesome, wounded Yeti. Whatever the case, always supremely fascinating to imagine that they emit from my 69 year-old mother.