There's interesting biological research being carried out at the moment. Mental illness - what survival value does it have? The hobbits, of course; is it H. floriensis? Then the new discovery of butchery marks on Neanderthal bones. Did we out compete the Neanderthals? Nah, we just ate them! But the English language is evolving by use and, in this context, 'pants' means nonsense or rubbish.
There are no prizes for saving stuff. Going out on a limb is a lonely experience. It has no survival value. Or very little - the moral high ground, but that feeling soon wears off. And when the stuff is finally acknowledged - written about and brought into the mass of human understanding - it'll be someone else that is probably credited with the finds or else the civilised world will be under water. What I don't understand, in this process, is how people create an imaginary exclusion zone and refuse to enter it. And considering that one of my best finds is two minutes from a bus route, surrounded by houses, then that attitude is pretty extreme.