"We're hunting lizards!"
"There!" Eight weathervane arms indicate the shrubbery shadows beside Immanuel Church in central Jakarta.
"Buy one," chances one boy. "Just Rp 10,000." ($1.00)
"You can have mine for Rp 5,000," undercuts a second.
"Or mine for five dollars," tenders a third.
The tawny Squamata has copper eyes and a jagged punk-crest. Its minuscule five-claw paws grasp my fingers and its jaw opens in silent protest. "Pinch it by the head," advises the boy. The lizard is panting hard.
"Careful! They're small and fragile and scared." The boys regard me fleetingly, then set the lizards free.
The lizards are divided in strategy: some sit stonily inanimate in the lush grass; others flee, their bodies undulating in S-shaped flight.