Just to prove you can take almost any Latin-sounding word and find it’s a God, we present the deity in charge of navel lint.
This is obviously absurd, but the Romans insisted on having a deity for absolutely everything, so why not? You can’t prove he doesn’t exist. And bellybutton fluff certainly does exist, so clearly there must be a god of it.
With the Romans it was always worth taking a chance — the consequences might be terrible if a God was missed out of their invocations by mistake.