I had gathered a roadkill squirrel up in a plastic shopping bag, of which I keep a handy supply in my vehicle for such occasions, and had it set up as an early season carrion station to see what type of beetles arrived first. Several days later, while checking for beetles (none found), I noticed a flea that had had enough of sitting on the cold corpse and was looking to leave. I helped him do just that by grabbing him and sticking him in a bottle.

I emptied the little guy into my light arena and tried to get some useful images. You'll have to be the judge...

In this view, he's heavily under the influence of 30 seconds in 70% ethyl alcohol. He had stopped kicking. I thought he was dead. But he revived fully less that a minute after this shot was taken. I was unrelenting though, and plunged him back into the booze for good. I didn't want him getting loose and biting *me*.