I Hate My Neighbors

Okay, maybe hate is a strong word. Although, if you would've asked me last night I would've said I hated their guts, reverting back to childhood.
See, here in Texas, celebration of certain holidays seem to require fireworks, and not the little sparkler, popper, snappers that we were used to back in Oregon. In Oregon it is against the law to light anything that goes into the air and from my 31 years there, I don't think I ever saw it violated. Maybe once, my little brother Bubba, got something that we fired off as the very last thing before we ran into the house.
Last night was like nothing I have ever seen before. I made the mistake of thinking I could fall asleep before midnight. The celebration started around nightfall, maybe 7pm. It didn't seem to be too out of hand, which was probably how I fell asleep. I even put my cats out, which is not something I would do if I was worried they were going to be traumatized, especially Tessa, she is such a chicken.
So, I wake up around 11:30 because the people across the street in four directions had turned our quiet little neighborhood into a war zone. I would say that I was exaggerating a bit.... except I am not at all. The people, who were the worst, had a rocket launcher. They would set the rockets in it and then light them on fire, directly aimed at our house. Our bedroom faces their house.
Everyone, everywhere, was setting off fireworks that would make professional pyrotechnics proud. It was insane. I finally went out back, to observe what they were doing from the pool deck and I was almost bowled over by Tessa racing to get back into the house. They must've thought I was there to admire their massive purchase, because apparently, my glare was a bit hard to see. They went on and on, until about 1am. I was worried that they were going to set our house on fire. They did set a patch of our grass alight.
I had plenty of time to research that they were violating several different laws, including setting fireworks off within 600 feet of a school. At what point should I let my irritation take over? And would the police actually come out? I spent enough time to wander through the local police department. I was relieved that there were only 22 registered sex offenders in our zip code, but horrified that one of the 27 in the next zip code over is in our church's congregation. Clearly I should not be up after a certain hour. Thank heavens TD and I were able to go to sleep around 1am, but we woke up at the usual time. Ugh, I guess that's probably why I am not a big fan of New Year's Eve.