I tried to paint my bike a nice shiny black with road tar when I was 4 or 5. My mother never let me forget how hard it was to clean me and it with kerosene.
As do we, you live in the nation’s most forested state. We invite friends to cut the short ones for their own homes. They’re certainly not a thick as the commercial ones, but they sure are fresh and have more room for ornaments.
I’m sure there’re a few million in South Sudan or Gaza who’d be glad to accept some of the overflow.