Last week I came home to find Bubbles, my black fish, belly up in the fish tank.  I frown and turn around to tell Josh.  I turn around again and there’s Bubbles swimming around like his usual spritely self.  I exclaim the peculiarity to Josh and he says that maybe he was playing dead so I would feed him.  So I feed him.  He’s just as happy and alive as always still today with no sign of death on the horizon.  So, it’s official, my fish plays dead.