As for fireworks...
This is a semi-rural suburban neighborhood with a number of large lots, hilly and wooded areas, etc., so there are always fireworks around, to what I've always deemed an acceptable degree.
And fortunately, none of our cats has ever suffered from fear of thunderstorms or fireworks. I'm very grateful for that. I think dogs in general are more susceptible to that fear. My neighbors lost a beloved dog on a fireworks-laden night some years ago, and I still remember my shock and sadness that next morning. He was a wonderful old boy.
Anyhoo... no pet miseries as far as I know last night. But man, everyone went crazy. What would normally last, say, fifteen minutes to half an hour here on the Fourth was at least a two-hour orgy of booming and displays that we could see through the trees and the distance between us and them. We did our own little grocery-store-bought (i.e. the tame legal stuff) display, to the background sounds coming from all directions. I know people bring the "good stuff" over from Pennsylvania or from down south, that happens every year, and since a lot of them at least have the spaces in which to do that relatively safely, everyone's used to it. But this was something else indeed.