In honor of our mid-week holiday tomorrow, I thought I would post some reflections on Black Cats.
If you aren’t familiar with Black Cat Fireworks (or that they now have an Elite Club which offers many useless benefits in exchange for your email address), then I believe you were deprived as a child, and were probably never allowed to hold your own sparklers.
You might not know what a punk is in relation to setting off fireworks, you may not remember Ohio Blue Tip, Strike Anywhere matches, lighters that were not child-proof, and you’ve probably never held a Roman Candle as it went off and you shot multi-colored fire balls from your hands like a Jedi or had a sibling point one at you and make you dance.
That may or may not have really happened.
Buying fireworks for the 4th and shooting them off at the ranch down by the river (not in a van) are some of my favorite memories. I’m sad that I can’t make it down there tomorrow for another crawfish boil and to celebrate in exactly the same way we did as kids. With more beer, of course.
Walking up to the fireworks stand and seeing all the things we could set on fire was better than going to the snow cone stands, and that was the best part of those road trips.
We always walked away with a huge bag of goodies, and that bag always included a few packs of Black Cats.
Black Cats are like tiny sticks of dynamite, and should never be given to children without supervision.
Here are some things my brothers, cousins, and I may or may not have done with our yearly supply of Black Cats:
- Set off the whole package with one flick of the Bic. A little wasteful, but great fun, and a lot of noise all at once.
- Light each Black Cat, one by one, holding it until the last possible second before flinging it away to pop in mid-air.
- Same as above, but throwing them at or near each other at the last second. It’s really a miracle that we all made it out of childhood with our eyes and fingers intact.
- Inserting a few Black Cats into ant hills like a birthday cake. Lighting each one and running away before it started raining angry, stinging, red ants.
- Putting them into the mouths of minnows, frogs, or anything else we could catch, and blowing them up (No way, that never happened, and none of us became serial killers. That I know of anyway).
I’m sure there are some stupid things we did that I can’t remember right now, but this list is enough to keep me from buying Black Cats for my daughter until she is at least 15.
Maybe I’ll let her hold her own sparkler someday, and I’ll probably buy her some magic black snakes.
At least those don’t explode, and little piles of ash snakes are almost as fun as mini sticks of dynamite and come with noxious chemicals to breathe.
I think my Texas might be showing again.
Anyone else have a dangerous or Dexter-like, fun with fireworks example?
Always remember, Black Cats make horrible birthday cake candles.