What might this be?

The question sounds simple enough, if perhaps a little menacing — with a cold stare passing through an otherwise innocent picture of twin butlers fighting over who will knot the master’s bowtie. Is it “might” that throws things off, coaxing us to the outer limits of the plausible? What MIGHT this be? It might be spilled soup. It might be the shiny head and front pinch­ers of a beetle. It might be the savage dispassion of a clinician’s stare. Or it might even be twin butlers.