The poor thing has a will to live like that unfortunate African violet I had when we lived in Germany. That plant lived in spite of everything I did to it, and even survived a week we spent in Berlin. I had set it on top of the radiator while I moved some things around, and forgot about it. When we returned, it was a crispy little mass of toasted leaves. I added water and put it back on the windowsill, and it recovered miraculously.
The fish must be channeling those vibes. The vase where it lives was getting pretty ripe, so I prepared a small, clean holding area in a mason jar while I cleaned up the algae. The problem was moving the fish to the mason jar because I couldn’t find the net.
I improvised.
I used a pasta strainer, only I didn’t count on the fish being unhappy and bouncing all over the place. It bounced right out into the sink and then stopped flopping. I was grossed out, but grosser still is the fact that my nails are long and I didn’t want to stab the little guy.
I was successful in my rescue mission and had to repeat the process to get it back into its home. The surprising thing is that this morning, it doesn’t look worse for the wear. Please don’t tell me these things are like cats and have like a bazillion lives.