Toughest little fish ever.
Wife said last night that she was going to "put him out of his misery"; I told her (only half seriously) I could not be complicit in this act - though I was worried that he was suffering needlessly - she told me "to get a grip." I think I was maybe half relieved that someone else was going to take this out of my hands, but didn't want to verbally acknowledge this. She said I was "soft as shit."
I thought, surely - surely! - he will not still be alive when I get up this morning. Nope, he was still going. Just. Gills barely moving, but tapping the bowl provoked movement...
Now I feel bad that by writing this somehow I'm, I dunno.... capitalising on his miserable demise.