literary feminist centipedes or whatever

Remember that night I saw like six centipedes and then I took a bath to keep safe from centipedes and then one of them cannonballed into my bath and I ran out crying and hid under the covers and Lucas totally thought I was making the whole thing up or hallucinating until he found that emboldened centipede’s bloated carcass at the bottom of the tub the next morning and I think he tried to convince me that it just wanted to love and be near me but looking back I don’t know how I missed the significance of that centipede’s obvious watery suicide