That reminds me of something that happened right after I had Baby 3.
Her belly button had finally healed completely closed and I was giving her her very first ever 'submersion' bath (in a little tub with water). The doorbell rang once. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I ignored it.
Then it rang again, much more urgently. Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong! Followed immediately by repeated loud knocks on the door.
I thought surely it must be an emergency situation with one of my neighbors or something so I quickly rinsed off baby and wrapped her in a towel and answered the door. It was two women doing the religion thing. The moment I opened it one of them began to talk really really fast and I swear, without taking a breath. And just just kept talking and talking and talkling.
They could clearly see that I had a naked wet newborn in my arms wrapped in a towel. It was winter. It was extremely cold in that doorway.
I didn't want to interrupt anyone talking about God, but eventually I just became infuriated. I finally put out one hand and said "Just stop! We are happy with our own religion and frankly, I think you're incredibly rude to continue talking when you can see that you have interrupted this baby's bath. Please write down on your little pad of paper there that we don't want you or anyone else in your group to come back to this address -- EVER!!
That baby will be 39 this winter and as far as I know, they've never been back. I think I frightened them.