I grew up with jw church bordering our farm. They stopped by regularly and my grandparents would say no thank you.... They would just leave their pamphlet and go. My grandparents were evolutionists and I can't remember them in a church other than a wedding or funeral.
Well they passed, and I lived there alone briefly for about 3 years. We are talking +acres of a horse farm, to myself. I had had bowel surgery and gutted, drawn and quartered trying to recover at 33 years old on my own. The house had no ac or heat and I was growing my own food in a big garden behind the house. In three years those nutcases would show up like monthly and the first few times they would knock and leave.
Then they started walking around to the back of the house where I would be outside in a tank top and my underwear cause pants were too much for the giant gaping wound on my stomach I had to pack daily. They would wave, point to their pamphlet and sit it down and leave.
Finley one day I was dying of heat stroke in my patio in my bra and underwear and they just walked up to the screen door, I just said. "next time I swear I will be naked. please quit coming here for your quick peep show before I cast a spell on you". Never saw them again. Lol.