Whoops. Rose, aka Goldie, desparately needed her water changed tonight, but she’s not too fond of the net.
I have a tiny bowl I use to scoop out some water from her big bowl. I then fish her out of the big bowl before I dump the water — and fish poop. In the process she zigged when I zagged, and she flipped out of the net and flopped onto the counter.
I didn’t want to touch her ’cause I’d heard that was bad for fish, so I used the net to slide her off the counter and into the tiny bowl. She seems to be surviving.
It’s Susan’s turn to change the water the next time.