I do the same thing with garlic for the ghosts. Can't seem to figure out why no one wants to come to my house anymore.
Little boy Steve, snuggled his pillow. Along came a spider, like a ghost from the willow. When he scampered across little Steve's face. Steve screamed in fear and smashed that spider to grace.
I will not be visiting you any time soon, for fear I would cry too many tears. It's a cute little rhyme, and I trust you got the information from one of your own spiders.
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Little boy Steve, snuggled his pillow. Along came a spider, like a ghost from the willow. When he scampered across little Steve's face. Steve screamed in fear and smashed that spider to grace.
Amen with a side of onions on that.
Ron
Connie
Love ya!
Jane
Michael D.