I have beautiful bug story from when I took a trip to the East Coast about ten years ago. We had just arrived at the Atlantic ocean, and had parked in a lot by a public access beach. There was a black top path we were walking down when I saw a beautiful irridescent green, very large beetle upside down, baking in the sun on the hot asphalt. It looked as dead as a doorknob. I picked up the gorgeous body and my travel companions oohed and aahed it with me. It was as beautiful as a jewel. Then I gently wrapped it in a tissue and put it in the pocket of my cardigan, as this was to be my trip memento.
Hours later we were all eating Maine lobster in a nice ocean front restaurant when my beautiful green scarab beetle climbed out of my pocket and up my cardigan. It had come back to life! What a surprise. I brought my beautiful friend outside, and found it a safe place to continue to revive.