Oh, boy, do I have a story about that. I had to forge a hook on the end of a LONG stick (actually, two 11' surf rods taped together) when that unfortunate circumstance occurred. I wrapped myself in a plastic drop cloth before getting that close. That was for my wooden box trap. If I'd caught one in the Havahart (spring-loaded door, with a latch) I think I would have just kept him in there as a pet and fed him with the surf rods...
Then there was the time I was sitting in the back yard late at night, drinking a beer, when a skunk moseyed up and laid down under my chair. I didn't see him until he was about five feet away, so I couldn't scoot. I set a new record, I'm sure, for holding my breath...
The skunks are gone from here now, for some unknown reason. But I used to tell my wife that if our town didn't have a name, we'd have to call it "Skunktown."