Weather in the Box

Today we have a unique insite into the microclimate of Bubba's Box.
It has been a bit warm in Brunswick this week and on a sticky Thursday, temperatures are climbing in the box.
Bubba has provided us some details by smuggling them out of the box in his faeces during the recent storm. As water washed in to his box, he managed to secrete a message into his poo. This was collected as part of the police's Bubba project, which can identify the excrement of incarcerated individuals. This is, of course, far too technical for this blog.
Bubba's conditions are approximately ten times more horrifying that that experienced on the Thai-Burma Railway or Changi. He sweats profusely, and is only able to survive because of the moisture provided in the rancid jellyfish he is forced to eat. He also gets some moisture from the recent storm by sucking on the cardboard box.
Unfortunately, when his captor discovers the damage to the box, Bubba is usually reamed for several hours as punishment.
While the floor of the Changi prison was concrete or bamboo, Bubba's floor is more like the Island of Nauru, but not made of bird droppings. Over time, the floor his risen by over 30 cm, thereby reducing Bubba's headroom. Bubba's neck is now permanently bent forward, but his captor likes this position apparently.
We may not get more information for a while, as there are no severe storms forecast.