If a scientist came to me asking for funding to research on bodily odor (which has happened, if memory serves me well) I would be baffled by the request but I wouldn’t outright deny it.
Sweaty arm pits. Stinky feet. Bad breath. Farts.
The lab would have to be declared a bio hazard area by itself. Too good to miss out. Just the chance to see someone trying to keep a straight face while taking in some of these fine bouquet of rancid would be too good to miss.
Imagine watching the footage of a day of work.
Get dunked.
The Great Flying Spaghetti Monster created the Universe and all that exists, out of boredom, after indulging into too much beer.
Findings like these is just the GFSM messing with our colective hubris of knowing-it-all.
Those “fossils” were placed over night as decor, now that the ice melted.