I grew up in the boonies, and always had a menagerie. I have owned;
A skunk--unusual because he was actually a wild, orphaned skunk, and I never had him de-skunked.
A raccoon--very mean-spirited little creature. Did NOT appreciate being rescued and pampered.
A deer--another orphan. Raised until he was nearly a yearling, then he was bitten by a snake. :( He was very smart. walked on a leash, wore a hunting vest, would ride in the truck, etc.
A hog--we owned a hog farm, so this wasn't unusual to us. But this pig knew tricks, walked on a leash, and drank out of sport's bottles. He was really the only "pet" pig on the place.
A banty rooster--liked to ride in a bicycle basket.
A green anole--Caught this lizard wild, and whenever I went somewhere he went in a jar with me. He would eat from a spoon.
A tarantula--wild caught as a baby, had to release him when he outgrew his container.
A scorpion--he was very boring, actually...
A box turtle--found him injured on the road. Splinted his shell and he learned his name and would follow me around the house.
A slug--they are much more fun as pets than as pests. This one grew huge...and laid eggs. And then I had a lot of slugs. :)
I also nursed and released rabbits, squirrels, birds, lizards, toads, frogs, and bugs over the years. I never could catch one, but every year I tried desperately to get a baby armadillo.