Jack Symes

The ‘joy’ of fireworks isn’t worth the misery they inflict on animals

A crowd gathers in Lewes, Sussex, on Guy Fawkes night (Getty Images)

The crowd gathers, wrapped in thick coats and scarves, the crisp air mingling with the scent of hot chocolate and warm smoke from the bonfire. Children sit on their parents’ shoulders, eyes wide with anticipation, as the first crackle in the sky is met with an appreciative cheer. As more fireworks light up the sky, the excitement begins to wane. Each pop and bang elicit fewer reactions, and the comfort of shared laughter and idle chit-chat begins to take hold. Soon enough, the fireworks become little more than a backdrop to the real joy of the evening – familiar faces and easy conversation.

Sheltered in our homes, a very different scene unfolds: our pets shaking, crying, attempting to escape

Sheltered in our homes, a very different scene unfolds: our pets shaking, crying, attempting to escape. It’s a 5 November tradition that’s as predictable as it is distressing. The UK is home to 13.5

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