Update on Fred

Fred was in the same place this morning that I left him last night.  I was worried that he might fry in the sun on the front steps because he appeared to have no intent of moving.  So first I moved him to a shaded tree: lots of ants for food; surely, he would come alive with that!  (And yes, he was breathing.)  One hour later, he was still there.  And now the branch was in the sun.  Fred didn't want to leave me!  So I moved him to the back patio, in the shade.  This evening when I returned, Fred was gone.  Where are you, Fred?