Reflect on your own worst family vacation. Write about it as though you are a fly on the wall and describe what happened.

In media res= in the middle of things

I am standing dead still under the roof of a bus. My six legs sweat and strain because of the extreme heat in my surroundings. Looking around, I only see barren farmland under a cloudless sky. The bus is moving fast, and the surroundings blur past me. As time passes, I only feel more miserable as the humidity begins to sweep through the bus. Moisture droplets begin to form on my face/eyes and legs, and my legs slowly begin to lose their grip on the ceiling.

Desperately, I flap my wings as hard as I can so as not to become floor splatter.

The bus comes to a sudden halt, flinging several passengers out of their seats. I myself am not left untouched by this sudden force: my already tired legs fail me as I plummet to the floor. The ground approaches me as I flap my wings in desperation, trying to take flight, but I know that hitting the ground is inevitable . I take a hard hit on the floor and roll onto my back to see what is going on. Above me, I can see people sitting on bus seats, their shirts soaked in sweat. Many people are waving fans to cool down, but such mechanisms do little to ease their discomfort. Eventually, the heat becomes too much for me to handle, and I fall to sleep. (I pass out, delirious.)

When I wake up, the bus is still not moving. The humans are completely exhausted, and complaining about how it has been six hours without the bus having moved an inch. I fly up to a window to survey the situation for myself, and see an ocean of cars surrounding the bus. In the five minutes I look at this monstrosity, not even one car moves. I now understand the frustration of the humans. As I continue to look at the scenery, one human notices me in my resting spot on the black rubber seal that holds the window in place. The human has clearly had enough of this trip, and is agitated at the sight of me, a bug, fixed on the window obscuring his view in the unbearable one hundred degree weather. With a forceful and swift smack of a newspaper, I reduced to a smudge on the window.