After 24 hours it’s still swimming and it’s still coming out to eat. So far so good.
Those wispy fins waving in slow curling motion against the water are so elegant.
(I confess I did feel better about my chances of doing a decent job after its owner said what happened when they tipped a little water out to be able to transport it over here. It was an easy promise to make that I won’t have to fish it out of my disposal.)