Damnable polecats

Last night I had a dream that a pack of polecats came after me. "No, no," someone said at the start of the thing, "don't shoot at them. It only riles them up." I started out defending myself with golf clubs, irons, one in each hand, but couldn't nail them. I switched to a baseball bat, and that too was ineffective. At that point I just woke up and said "the hell with this." This here is a marbled polecat: