Okay, so I put my fishies in a new old container- a big brandy snifter that had been my parents. We've been cleaning out the garage and finding all kinds of interesting things.
So, the fish seemed happy enough in their new home until, bam, I come home and find Sammy doing the backstroke. Bummer. Then this morning, I find Frankie on his side. Still swimming, but definitely not looking so hot.
Back into his old bowl, as a last-ditch effort. He seemed to recover a bit before I left home, but I fully expected to come home to a dead fish on my lunch break.
Instead . . . Frankie's swimming along in his same old, slow, weird way. Miracle fish.