""There is a new restaurant called Karma. It doesn't have a menu. You just get what you deserve."" - so what are you getting?

The unpalatable, grotesque banquet of all the insects I've extracted and/or preserved an entomological archive I surmise they'd seek retribution for. Rigid esculent larvae husks for an starters to stimulate my appetite and repulsion, succulent maggots marinated with remnants of a human cadaver's secretions and clusters of eggs with an astringent taste for the main meal. Desert is frosted moth wing with a scoop of corpse wax. Fragile wings disintegrated on the tongue it's like diaphanous silks draped over your palate! The elusive delicacy Adipocere has the variegated consistency of cheese to rice pudding so it's really a sensuous delight! The pungent stench emanating from the extravagantly presented feast is just too evocative of the long, laborious hours curled over a cadaver as insects devour them with a preternatural hunger.