When a Snake Slithered into Taylor Swift’s Bathroom: Zoe Kravitz, Lisa Bonet, and the Chaos That Followed

They came as guests, seeking shelter under the wing of friendship—and left as unwitting architects of demolition. Zoe Kravitz and her mother, Lisa Bonet, moved into Taylor Swift’s 1930s Beverly Hills sanctuary during the devastating fires, arriving with a guest quite unlike any other—Orpheus, the pet snake. What could go so terribly sideways in such a hallowed refuge?

The twist arrived quietly: Orpheus found a secret gap in the bathroom wall and slipped inside. One moment, Zoe intended to be the perfect guest—one who leaves no trace—and the next, she and her mother were fighting panic as they tried to retrieve the snake, their only choice to rip apart a banquette, crack tiles, and scratch walls to save the reptile—and their dignity.

Elegant Homes and Slithering Chaos

In recounting the chaos on Late Night with Seth Meyers, Zoe delivered her tale with a mix of mortification and humor. “I want to leave places better than I found them,” she confessed. Yet faced with a fading daylight and a snake dissolving into the walls, she had to choose between silent disaster or conspicuous repair. She chose demolition—crowbar included—over the creeping horror of a slithering secret.

When she finally called Taylor—I wanted to talk to you about something—the response was almost comforting in its exasperation: “Is it the fact that you almost lost a snake in the house and destroyed my bathroom?” That swift acknowledgment revealed more than humor—it revealed a friendship unfiltered by fame.

Between Secrecy and Solidarity

The struggle with Orpheus wasn’t just about plumbing and tile. It was about trust between women, between mothers, between friends who share homes as deeply as hearts. Swift didn’t scold. Instead, she knew. The moment became less a crisis and more a testament to the safety of their bond.

Fame rarely affords authenticity—but here it was: unfiltered, messy, and real. A snake in the wall, a bathroom in ruin, and a laugh shared between friends who know it’s these stories that stitch together solidarity more tightly than curated images ever could.

What we often call “celebrity” dissolves easily—into stories like this—where compassion and chaos collide, leaving us to wonder: isn’t the truest form of friendship measured not by elegance, but by how it holds up when things unravel?