So what happened? Of course you gave the basics for the census count. Were they asking more detailed questions? I’ve never been visited by a census taker.
They sent the long form but we only answered the bare minimum spurring a visit. We questioned every question they asked. We stood in the shade. Still, hot Florida day with an abundance of humidity as usual.
I was present when my daughter was visited by a census taker.
The woman next door was not home and the census taker tried to make my daughter answer the questions for her.
I was a census counter in Miami-Dade County just after Castro took over Cuba. I'd guess that hundreds (overall) never came to answer the door. Food was burning on the stove at one place I was to check.
I was a naïve yout at the time, later finding an elderly NY census taker had finished his assigned addresses 1½ months before I did. (We had abutting areas). He continued with a hospital pallor, while I had a tan and had lost weight. I later deduced that he had filled in fake results at home—receiving the same 25₵ for each address I did, for actually knocking on doors—even doing return-visits.
Decades later, I got a visit from the Census (actually two census takers at the same time). It was the Census following a time I reported myself and 10 family members were Mestizo tribe members from Mexico, living in a tiny Florida house. All fakery, of course, but I thought I'd have some fun with them.