This is me sometimes when I go in for the snuggle and my husband is already wrapped up in a blanket and on the cusp of falling asleep:
And this is him attempting to wrangle himself loose from my snuggle grip:
When I succeed at snuggle attacks I feel like this punk rock pygmy goat:
He is secretly wishing he could use the force and keep me at arms length:
But no! I must have my snuggles!
[All images in this post courtesy of imgur. I do not own these pictures.]