When I was a kid in the wilds of suburbia, we had raccoons that came on to our back porch and I fed them by hand. It was kind of a parlor trick, after a while, and three or four generations of semi-tame 'coons wandered the neighborhood. Then my grandmother got bit, and we learned they are major carriers of rabies, so we stopped.

They're especially fond of raisins, if you want bait, and (as you know) extraordinarily intelligent.