Two days ago I was awoken from my Covid sick bed by my son screaming. Turns out our goldfish, Goldflipper AKA “the boring dog”, had flipped right out of his tank onto our kitchen floor. A near-miraculous feat since the gap in the tank lid is about 3 cm by 7cm, almost exactly his size.
By the time I arrived, this Tom Cruise fish was back in but had been transformed into a carrot stick, motionless and wrapped in hair and other detritus from our eating area. I put my Covid-y hand in to detangle him, brushed off his little gills and gently led him around until a bit of life returned. A bit.
