CSI would never hire me. Every so often I declare our beta fish dead and ask Doug to dispose of its’ body. As soon as Doug starts to pester the fish it suddenly wakes from its’ coma and swims happily around the glass bowl. While I admit I am a well-known worrier about everything, this fish can really look dead. We’ve had the same beta for several years now, so eventually it will be sideways in the bowl and I’ll call Doug but he will treat me like the boy who cried wolf. “Just leave it alone Cathy, it’s fine.” Then the fish will probably remain in the bowl for several days before Doug finally believes me.