Yes. But the thorny vine intervenes.

When his pants fell, Gregg let out a gasp and looked down. He instinctively covered his crotch before looking around and shrugging.

"Well, at least no one can see." He laughed to himself. "Must've forgot to tie them." He shrugged, but as he bent down to grab them, he noticed they were tangled in a mess of thorns!

"Huh- wha- how?" He mumbled, very confused. He used his boot covered feet to wriggle out of the thorns. He managed to pull himself and his boots out of the thorns without injury. Unfortunately, his pants were reduced to a pile of pieces of cloth.

Gregg gulped, looking between his bare legs and his pile of wood.