NO, you say.
You dash towards your host and see them cowering, staring up at the swarm with terrified eyes.
leave me alone, they whisper as the insects descend from the sky.
YOU HEARD THEM
The cicadas dissipate, much to yours and your host's surprise.
WHAT WAS THAT
i'm sorry i'm so sorry
They stand up and limp towards the house. It looks terribly small from the distance, and the closer you get the more you think about the implications of its existance.
You step through the front door, and catch a glimpse of your host. You consider following them but decide against it. You slip into the guest bedroom and lay down on the (your..) bed.
It feels weird being in this house. You aren't sure how to feel about it after all you've seen.