Cicada 蝉 せみ？

I have an official statement to make: Cicadas can be deadly... no, they won't bite, sting, spit or otherwise do such thinks as pick your eyes out. They will however simply terrify the daylights out of you at three in the morning before your daylights have even come for the day. A situation that could potentially result in a heart attack, if not only a adrenaline induced insomnia. As if their normal buzzing wasn't bad enough, I had made to venture from the lobby back to my dorm room for what I can't remember. Thankfully, I wasn't carrying anything. In the dead silence of night I made my way up the first flight of stairs but was stopped by the sight of something on the top step. At first glance, I recognized it. Of late, I have seen many lying on the sides of the street completetly inactive. The live ones stay safe in their glades and attempt to simply make your ears fall off. I digress however, before me there was a cicade lying much like dog that had been asked to play dead with its legs pointedly in the air. "Well, I suppose I should toss it out the window to save the body from being crushed by some oblivious sleepwalker," I reasoned as I imagined with a grimace the carcass before me going "squish." You see, I traverse the halls barefoot, so this was not in the least a pleasant thought for myself. I completed my journey to the top step, and stretched out my right hand. I made to pick it up and as if in reaction to the warmful presence in its vicinity the legs sprang to life and flailed helplessly at the air. What happened next caught me completely off guard, as I saw a flurry of brown movement which I can only surmise to have been that of the wings. In the shock and the loud blast of sound that was similar to a electric current with a slight cold, I am not sure what exactly happened. I had blinked, and in that instant had found myself at the base of the stairs on guard with the previously thought dead body nowhere in sight. I searched my surroundings. The couple unihabited webs on the ceiling were still in place, the spider the size of a pringles cap was still in his resting place in the upper corner, and the floor was as usual, clean. I set back along my course up the stairs, eyes alert, hands ready, and body quite in shock. It wasn't visible on the open window's sill, there wasn't anything resting on the stairs going further up, and the laundry room before me only had the dead beetle resting on the floor that had been there earlier when I did my laundry. I relaxed my guard a little and returned to my room in hopes doing so would stir forth memories of my original errand. However, I had not yet quite forgetten the cicada.
fin.