Last night bear and DH went outside to set off fireworks. Both are very cautious and risk averse and I felt happy to let them go out and enjoy being Men and Doing Men Things and Explosions. They had a blast, literally.
DH took the cue from father. Father was in the Royal Engineers. They were sent to Egypt in the 1950s to blow up the arms dumps left by Rommel in WWII. He said it was great fun. They started off learning how to up tree trunks and worked up. He had some training in bomb disposal (not like they do nowadays) and a can-do attitude to all sorts of mechanical and electrical stuff. He treated fireworks with extreme caution.
I'm glad when Bonfire Night is over, for the sake of the pets. We are not affected now, but I remember the cats reactions. Psycho cat was a complete wreck. Malevolent cat suffered with stoic disapproval. Evil cat used to enjoy watching fireworks out of the window. I miss having cat stories.