Fish Trouble

I can't wait until Jordan's old enough to change the water in the goldfish bowl himself. After I accidentally killed one of the goldfish last year in a highly dramatic fish bowl cleaning related incident, I'm even more leery about the whole thing than I already was. Most people who know me realize that while I may enjoy watching fish swim around, I'm not interested in having any direct personal contact with them. Unfortunately, our newest acquisition, Black Eyed (bought to replace the long lived and sadly mourned Fidgety Fish, and named after the Black Eyed Peas and his buggy black eyes) doesn't seem to understand this. Today, while I was using our soup ladle to get some of the dirty water out of the bowl so I had room to add fresh water, he swam into the ladle not once but twice. I just missed lifting him up out of the bowl, and I thought I was going to have a heart attack! I'm really hoping he didn't get hurt, because I hate ladling up dead fish to flush them even more than I hate accidentally ladling up live fish (I think). I observed him for awhile, and it looked like he was listing to one side a little bit, possibly having trouble staying towards the bottom of the fish tank, and one fin didn't seem to be moving as much as the others. Then again, maybe it's all in my head. Only time will tell!