Never a good flame around when you need one

One moment, Gwen was trying to decide what direction to swing in; the next, she was battling a large group of moths, all intent on just one thing: devouring her costume.

Oddly enough, they did not touch her mask. However, they did chew holes in almost every other part of her costume, so much so that Gwen quickly regretted her decision to go commando under her costume.

And wait! Was that a cool breeze she felt on her butt? And on her shoulders? And on her navel?

Her costume was rapidly becoming the sartorial equivalent of a fisherman's net.

She decided to swing out of the area while she still could. Then she realized that she was swinging in the wrong direction. The deeper into the woods she went, the thicker the moths became -- and the more her costume disappeared.

Perhaps she should go in the other direction. Toward the city. Granted, she was not particularly eager to go anywhere where there might be people, especially in her current state of undress. But the moths were not giving her much of a choice. Besides, it was not like she saw a lot of people outside right then. So toward the city she went.

Since her web-shooters were made of a material that was invulnerable to the hungry moths, Gwen believed that she might actually have a chance to make it to the city with most of her costume intact. Then a loose thread snagged on a tree limb and Gwen felt half of her remaining costume rip away in mid-swing. She was so surprised that she misjudged her landing and planted her feet on a fragile branch that immediately broke beneath her weight.

Gwen felt herself falling and by some bizarre stroke of luck, managed to hit several tree branches in a row. Unfortunately, each one crumbled beneath her weight and managed to only slow down her fall, not stop it. Moreover, each broken branch snagged yet another thread off her costume until she had nothing left save her boots, her mask and her web shooters by the time she hit the ground.

Gwen immediately blacked out, only to wake up several hours later with the newly risen sun shining on her naked body. By then, any remnant of her torn costume that had remained uneaten by the moths had been snatched up by the local birds to use for decorating their nests.