I don’t mind Jehovah’s Witness. They usually come when I’m feeding the fish on Monday morning and don’t have much time, but they’re always pleasant and polite, their hearts are in the right place and they’re doing what they do because they believe it’s a good thing. Our beliefs are different, but they aren’t hurting me, and if they want to leave some of their literature, I have no problem with that. Sometimes, I even read it. That said, when I’m standing there with a Fish Dish of worms and I’ve got a dozen wiggly, impatient little fushie-wushins acting as if they have never eaten in their lives, time is of the essence and I don’t have time for much more than, “Hi, sure you can leave your magazines, thanks and have a good day!” The two girls who used to do this area knew because they’ve seen my fish and know how many tanks and cultures I maintain, but today it was two older ladies whom I’d never met. They were nice enough, but the worms in the dish were getting a bit impatient and the fish even more so, and the ladies wanted to chat. One made the mistake, though, of noticing the tanks in view from the front door. She asked the magic question, “You have a lot of fish, don’t you–what kind are they?” Muahahaha! NEVER ask me about my fish because….I’ll TELL you about my fish. I’ll tell you more than you ever wanted to know about my fish…which is just what I started to do, and suddenly they were much less chatty. I knew what would be their answer, so I even invited them in. Strangely enough, they were in a bit of a rush. Heh. I love my fish. I may patent them for use as JW repellant.