Picture of I thought I could peel bark off by hand (lol, no)
After a few minutes of struggling and maybe swearing, I called in my husband and a grinder. Sparks flew. Dust everywhere. At one point I think a squirrel judged us. But we finally got the bark mostly off, and I pretended the remaining bits were “intentional texture.” Lesson learned: Don’t argue with a stump. Bring power tools.
