Just getting around to making a note of this, but Sunday evening, while I was slopping the hogs, a feller pulled his Toyota pickup truck (with University of Florida Gator-Plate on the front) into the driveway. He'd only gotten about two steps from his truck when I recognized the "Enumerator" badge dangling from the laniard around his neck, and held up my hand. "Already been counted," I said.
I could tell he was put off at meeting someone less-cooperative than he'd expected, and as he pulled out and drove away, he shouted back at me, "We know who you are."
I bet you do, census boy.