There was a botanica near our church and every time I saw the ghastly thing I'd say the prayer to St. Michael and then last week after Mass we drove past it and saw that the botanica was gone. Once ages ago Rocky and I went inside because we mistakenly thought it was a Catholic bookstore. After seeing the rows and rows of spell books, penis shaped candles and a weird altar that was not dedicated to God we got the hell out of there. Usain Bolt, the Jamaican sprinter couldn't have moved any faster than we did fleeing that place.
The week before last they seemed to be doing a brisk business but now the place is boarded up. There's cardboard and dried soap circles in the windows. Thank you, Jesus!