No such animal. Remember, kids, if dumber/smaller/weaker/cruder/uglier/sicklier/meaner/smellier turns out to be what helps your offspring survive the next curveball the universe throws at your species, the first thing your ugly crude dumb stinky little weakling disease-ridden asshole descendants will lose is any sense that they’re not on the glide path to perfection.
(I know you probably get that; I’ve just developed an allergy to the word from teaching natural selection. I’m planning on passing it on to my kids, Lamarck-style.)
