That’s what they’re called, people! Really and for real. Witch Balls.
They hail from waaaaay back, when people would hang them in their windows and in front of doors to catch evil spirits. The wicked spirits would be so entranced with the shiny glass ball that they’d become trapped inside. I have come to two conclusions from this:
1. Evil spirits are dumb enough to be entrapped by the Shiny.
2. I must be an evil spirit.
They’re so beautiful. I wants them, precious. I wants all of them. I want these. (Sold by Molten Spirit Glass Studio.)
You can buy them on Ebay. I’m watching this one.
So here I am, looking up my happy little Witch Balls. I’m looking them up on Etsy. Looking them up on Pinterest. Looking them up on Ebay, to wit, to woo.
Then I forget myself and look them up on Google.
Never, never type “Witch Balls” into your search engine. There is no filter strong enough to shield you. This way lies madness.