My mother was always too polite (New England Yankee upbringing) to shut the door to those pests, so we’d have them in our sitting room blathering away, while my mother counter-argued every one of their points.

Undeterred, they would show up week after week, hoping to “convert” her; she, loving the challenge, would argue and argue. I learned that there is no reasoning with a True Believer, an important part of my early education.

After a while, when they knocked on the door, I’d find a reason to go feed the animals, or ride my horse to the next town–anything to get out of the house.

I tried that tactic once, but they are so brainwashed that they wouldn’t take “NO” for an answer, even when I told them I was a practising witch and would they like a cup of my excellent beetle-wing tea and a hemlock-cream homemade cake. – Keith.

If I’m in my office upstairs they often give up before I get there. Luckily for them.

Your reputation goes before you! Methinks they know better than to argue with you. – Keith.

Oh keith they are just trying to save you! hahahaha

They seem to be concentrating their efforts in this area just recently, ten of them in one road! I just don’t answer the door anymore, life is too short.