the case of the missing potato skin

is solved.
it went like this. the other day i went to a restaurant and brought my baked potato home. i ate it later on my sofa, removing the skin and putting them on the side of the plate. when i left, a few bites of potato and skin were still there on the plate.
so i get home and i notice the skin is gone. i'm so unobservant that i don't know why i noticed this detail of all things. but it freaked me the hell out. i thought i was losing my mind. in the past month or so i've had a few incidents that i have absolutely no recollection of---not due to intoxication---and i really felt nuts. then i heard a noise. but my mind makes up all sorts of noises when i'm home alone. so i still didn't know.
david comes over and checks around in the living room because i'm too afraid to go downstairs. i thought there might be an animal down there. he said there wasn't anything and not to worry about it.
the next night i go to do laundry and find myself a foot away and chest level from a giant gray mouse on my window sill in the kitchen. i screamed, then felt stupid because i'm not afraid of rodents...it just really caught me off guard. but then again i have been bitten by a small mouse and it really really really hurt and bled like a mother so this huge thing could do some damage if i got too close and it was scared of me.
so i hid upstairs again until david came over and he helped me do the things i needed to do in the kitchen.
this morning he told me that he went downstairs late last night and heard something..the mouse was rearranging the art supplies in my living room and dragging a shriveled potato skin under the table. it ran away and david threw the skin away. it was in tact.
i have half a mind to just leave it...but it'll ask its friends or have babies or die and rot or just generally make things even less sanitary than they already are. i had a mouse before...a little brown field mouse, and i put traps (the kind that don't kill) out for over a month and he never resurfaced. this mouse is much too big for those traps though so he's dying. i bought a 2 pack of traps and one of them was broken (money down the toilet...) but i set the good one and we'll see. if he takes the bait, i'm going to take pictures of him.
i feel a little bad because he just wants what we all want: a nest in a warm place with plenty of food scraps. it's strange to think you could be living in your home with another mammal and never even know it. i also feel like a hypocrite having guinny upstairs and killing a mouse. but at the same time i have myself and my health to take care of here. it's a fucking mouse. at least i'm not setting glue traps...that's really mean.

i know this was terribly interesting.