Lazarus.

I left a half glass of beer on my bedside table last night. When I woke this morning there was a dead moth floating in it. At least I thought it was dead. I carefully removed it and placed it on the table. About an hour later I noticed that its wings were quivering. At the moment, three hours later, it is doing the Wibbly Wobbly Walk around my workstation, it should fly soon. Perhaps it's still drunk.
So, there you go, start the day by saving a life. Can't be bad.