...And since we're talking about prayer, I'd also ask it for my cousin, who's currently battling pneumonia, with rather slim odds of survival. And for her family, who are also almost sick with worry and preliminary grief.
God works in very strange ways, sometimes. Maybe my fish jumped so that I would ask for prayer--because without the trauma of finding him on my floor, I probably never would have thought to appeal to you for prayer. But I would rather he didn't wind up being a sacrifice.
O Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry come unto you.
9/16/12 ETA: the fish died (lamentable, but not unexpected, and dying in a fishbowl is less traumatic than dying on the floor). The cousin is still in the hospital, on pure oxygen, one lung filled with fluid.