The Long Hard Fall of Dingus the Goldfish

"Fish bit me," Max tried to tell me, while I was in the middle of making dinner. "OK buddy," I shrugged and continued making my dinner. Max quickly forgot and went on to count all of the oranges in a bowl on the kitchen table. A full 10 minutes later I walked past the fish tank on my way to the laundry room and, to my horror, poor Dingus the fish was laying still on the tile, covered in an embarrassing amount of dirt, dust and dog hair. OMG, he's dead. I yelled for my husband, who casually picked him up and, to our surprise, wriggled a little. OMG, he's still alive. Dave rinsed him off and placed him back in the fish tank where he continued to wriggle, then floated upside-down for a little, then wriggled some more. Slowly, Dingus the fish started moving more and more, until he was back to his usual buggy-eyed, O-mouthed self. It wasn't the first time this week death had crossed our paths. A week befor...