When I was a young boy, about 7 years old, I came across a badger hiding in a depression in our waterway near a field. I almost stepped on it. I went to the neighbors house because he grew up in Alaska and knew all kinds of things about animals that pre internet we had no idea about. When he came over, he was stunned that it was a badger. He took a chicken crate my dad had laying around and successfully got the badger into it. Then he hauled it to his garage and put the crate and badger in the garage and closed the door. Next he called the newspaper in Dayton and arranged for them to come out and verify that we had a badger found in southwest Ohio.
The badger had other ideas. While we were sleeping, he chewed and clawed his way out of the chicken crate, then made a large hole in the garage door to escape back into the wild. Never found him again, but it was my one brush with serious wildlife where I could have been seriously injured had I stepped in him instead of over him.