Yesterday, I moved Dr Jones out of the hospital tank and back into his regular digs.

Look close. He's there. The change (plus the five days of antibiotics) seems to have done him good. So far, today, he's eaten two pellets and is acting like he might eat some more before it's over. He's also swimming around like a crazy fish and flaring up to challenge his reflection in the glass. All good signs. I guess what they say even applies to fish. It's good to be home.