When hunting for this, you throw away what you catch and keep what you don’t. My name sounds like an escape, which is what you feel like doing when encountering me in your space

a book, a table, a tree: I am a part of all three I'm not made of wood, though that guess is good, I come from plants regularly

I can be tanned and hairless or remain as before. If you are skilled with me people seek you more. I am both a verb and a noun. I can be soft or hard, or not make a sound.

I’m thrown as hard truths; in summer I’m appealing I’m the color of a color and the hint of a feeling

I can be created by glue, or stamped on a letter I’m a bit like a dog, but typically wetter