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.