Amber and the were-bugs

I am in my friend Amber's house. She has recently returned from travelling through a portal to another realm. It is still open and looks like a swirling pink disc in her living room. She has returned with a box full of lycanthropic bugs. I know when I see them that they will turn anyone they bite into a were-something (werewolf, werecat, whatnot). I ask her why she's done this. She says nothing but I can tell that she's done it because she's angry at me.

I leave. I try to reach friends by cell phone to get help. I am unsuccessful. I choose to return to her house. I tell her that her bugs are going to hurt many many people when they're released. She asks why she should care. I say because they are going to have broken bones and pain and that their lives will be different. She agrees to this reasoning. Just then I look down and my cat is lying next to the box. I panic and pick him up and dust my hands through his fur. Dozens of bugs fall out of his fur onto the table. It is too late.