Freddy's favourite sport..

..other than whacking me and rasputin 'round the head for the hell of it, is his very special n unique technique for killing spiders.
First, Fred, from his lofty throne (the computer chair that i can no longer use since the fateful day he established it as his) notices a creepy spider. That's enough to get him out of the deep slumber he normally sinks in for most of the day. Then it finally clicks that if he wants to catch the creepy-crawley thingie at all, he'd better lift his fat bottom and start running after it. which he does, eventually. So there he goes, stretching his chubby paw towards the poor creature, as an invitation for play. Freddy loves playing with spiders, until he gets a bit bored. And when he does grow tired of the game, he simply sits on the spider, not so much on his hind legs, but on his rather large backside. Now, I obviously cannot see the intricate gory details of what is actually taking place right under his monumental rear, but I can make a wild guess...no spider would ever survive under the weight of Freddy's arse + the potentially fatal fumes it might possibly emit. I think that would be enough to suffocate anyone to death in such circumstances, surely. Indeedy, I invariably find the spider quite lifeless afterwards, which suits me fine as I'm petrified of these creatures.

Other than that, baby Fred also has a weakness for daddy-long-legs and very much enjoys eating them alive & kicking, usually around september. Not as cruel a fate as what he reserves for the arachnia species i'd say. he's a sweet boy really.