Panic is an extream emotional state of fear, anxiety, causing wildly unthinking behavior.
Panic is what I felt.
Panic is what I saw in my daughter’s eyes.
Panic’s uncontrollable fear and agitation caused me to destroy some furniture when I opened a box marked maple syrup to find a twelve-foot anaconda snake coiled up inside.
Panic is what my daughter eyes displays, when, she realized I found her pet snake as we were gathering her personal belongings from her dorm room to take back home for the summer.
Panic and horror are what my daughter’s face reveals as I threw the box marked maple syrup, with a 12-foot Anaconda snake inside, threw her fifth floor closed dorm room window.
Panic is standing at a dorm window, with my daughter next to me screaming in horror as the box hurtles five floors to the courtyard below filled with college students and exploding on impact.
True, panic is when you see the 12-foot Anaconda snake slither past screaming college students who gathered around a box marked maple syrup.
I was no longer panicked, as my daughter stared at me for a moment. Then, she really panicked, running out of the dorm room yelling “Maple Syrup,” “Maple Syrup.”