She comes to you on speculation. Her real name is unknown and her identikit likenesses come from murals and carvings found at Tepantitla from some classic period.
The name Teotihuacan is bandied about by bandy-legged scholars but what do they know? Is it self-inflicted knowledge or have they drunk from the Fountain of Knowledge?
Veering towards the Iguana of Ignorance ourselves, we take nothing for granted — although a nice fat research grant could work wonders.
So what we are left with is a well-decked out spiderish deity surrounded at times by small figures engaged in matters of jollity amidst blossoms and butterflies. Is this her lunch?