Determined to make a trap, I shove the lizards in my backpack, and zipper it up, throwing knives in my belt. I throw the backpack into a bush far from me, and I find flint on the ground, and some other sticks. I quickly make a fire formation in the middle of a clear area, and set it on fire by rubbing the stick with the flint. When a fire roars on the stick, I drop it onto the pile of sticks. It sets ablaze, and I run into the bushes to watch, and I am silent, unheard.