Who fucking cares. Leave 'em to there superstitions and fantasies.
Reminds me of an elderly relative of an in-law who lived in the Deep South many years ago. In her early 80s, she was a cranky old bitch. We were visiting one time and she started going on about hearing noises in the attic. "There's niggers in the attic!" she kept saying. Nothing you could say could convince her otherwise. So we just said we'd shoo 'em off. She was never convinced the niggers went away, but the next (and for me, the last time) it was coons in the crawl space. The old bitch croaked soon after that.
These flat earth people are cut out of the same cloth.