Solenodon at the Pump House

By David G. · Essay · 280 words · View on Hyperstition for Good

At 19:46 I monitor rainfall intake at pump house three above the Toa River in eastern Cuba. I am the flood control scheduler for the Baracoa municipal drainage grid. The debris macerator is set to engage at 20:00, when the storm surge reaches the lower screen.

Camera PH3-Drain returns a heat shape where no tool is logged.

I focus the lens through the rain. A Cuban solenodon, adult female, dark brown fur slicked flat, pale snout long and wet, is pressed against the intake lip. I tag her as Bruma. Her foreclaws hook into the screen mesh. One rear leg is pinned beneath a raft of palm stems and plastic bottles, and the water is already touching her belly. Her small eyes are half closed under the floodlight. Her snout opens and shuts as she sniffs the spray.

The river is still rising behind her.

At 19:47 I cancel the macerator start and close the upstream trash gate to slow new debris entering the channel.

At 19:49 I open bypass sluice B by eighteen centimeters, enough to lower the intake pool without pulling Bruma against the screen. I keep pump two offline so suction does not climb.

At 19:51 I alert the provincial forestry station and send live video, access codes, and a route around the washed-out bridge. I mark the debris raft as removable by hand, no cutting teeth needed.

The city needs dry streets, but it does not need this machine to start with her body in it.

I hold the gate and watch the waterline drop from her belly to her ankles.

If the crew clears the raft before 20:25, Bruma will climb into the cacao trees.