I was out yesterday not too long after noon when our neighbors decided to start shooting their fireworks off OVER OUR HOUSE. I kid you not.
They couldn't see me, since I was on the other side of the house from them. But sheee-it. What jerks.
They've got PLENTY of land where they could have aimed their fireworks, but since it was drizzling a bit they decided to shoot them off from the front of their garage door, which just happens to face our house.
I was working on some walkways in the chicken yard and a bottle rocket blasted right over my head, then landed a couple feet away from me. I took the stick right inside and handed it to Drew, who had a little polite chat with the Orcs.
Where we live the big home-made booms are expected to continue for a few days. Because that's how they've always done it.
Sigh.