No ghosts around here

Tonight we had another uniquely Swiss experience. We were getting ready to sit down to dinner when our doorbell rang. At the door was a young guy selling something, but of course I couldn't figure out what because I don't speak Swiss German. So Gretchen went and checked it out and it turns out they were selling Mistel, or mistletoe. But these weren't the lame little sprigs that you can buy in stores back in the States--this was a huge flatbed truck loaded down with mistletoe bushes. Evidently it's traditional here to buy fresh-cut mistletoe bushes and hang them up to keep ghosts away. Naturally we bought one (I think we got the smallest one) but now we have no idea what to do with it (if we were to hang it in a doorway we'd never be able to walk through). Plus we think Grady ate one of the berries, and we checked online and it turns out they're highly toxic, so we called our vet back home and they told us not to worry about one. But the good thing is that we don't seem to have any ghosts.