I always felt a visit from the trappers was like being in a monastery when the inquisition came around. We all knew what questions were the current flavour of the year from our mates at the monastery up the road. So we all recited the proofs that the earth was banana-shaped and that the world would end on March 17th, 981* but we never really believed it all. Then when they had gone (with a few scalps and thumbnails) we went back to work in the real world.
*aka in-flow roll and coander effect.
I'll get me habit.