I was at the local oval with the grand-dog. A number of 13 or 14 year olds were wandering around, phones in hand. Ah yes, searching for the pokomon!
I’m not sure if any of the boys actually “caught” a pokomon. They weren’t very communicative, just enough to confirm that, yes, there was one somewhere around, and that they were looking for it. Generational differences, I suppose,